The Pale Fracture
The glass dome above the Great Hall did not shatter with a sound like breaking, but with a sigh, a long, resonant exhalation of centuries of dust and silence finally being released into the cold air of the sanctuary. It was a pale fracture, thin as a spider’s thread, that started at the apex and spiraled downward, turning the sky above into a mosaic of jagged light. Elias stood in the center of...
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