The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wind off the Grey Coast did not blow; it screamed, a low, continuous moan that seemed to rise from the bones of the earth itself. Caelen stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots planted firmly in the frost-hardened mud, watching the fog roll in from the sea like a shroud drawn over the face of the world. He was a man carved from the same grey stone as the cliffs, weathered and silent, his...

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