The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream began with the sound of silk tearing, a long, wet rip that echoed like a gunshot in the quiet of the mind. Warden Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Great Hall, not as a man of flesh and bone, but as a silhouette of rigid authority, his uniform pressed so tightly against his torso it seemed to have fused with his skin. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, the...

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