The Pale Fracture

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2026-08-18 19:47:04 -

The Pale Fracture

The fog in the city did not roll in from the harbor as it once had, in the days before the Silence took the water. Now it seeped up from the cobblestones, a gray, breathing mist that smelled of wet iron and old ash. I stood at the edge of the Grand Square, my coat heavy with damp, watching the ivy that had been ordered removed from the walls of the Ministry of Order. It was a strange order,...

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