The Pale Fracture
The iron is warm in your hands, a living thing that pulses with the heat of the forge, yet it is only metal, dead and cold in the grand scheme of things, but to you, it is the only truth that remains in the village of Oakhaven. You hold the blade, the one you have spent the last three years tempering in the dark, away from the prying eyes of the Council and the watchful gaze of your wife,...
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