The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the vault does not smell of dust, as you might expect of something so old and buried, but of copper and wet stone, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to leave. You are on your knees, the rough granite pressing against the skin of your shins, your hands buried in the cold earth that holds the roots of the world together. This is the place where the silence...

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