The Pale Fracture
The air in the Undercroft did not smell of decay, as one might expect from a place beneath the roots of the old elm, but rather of ozone and crushed mint, a sharp, electric scent that hung heavy in the stagnant twilight where the shadows did not behave according to the laws of physics known to those who walked upon the sun-drenched surface. Elara, who was only twelve and possessed of a mind...
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