The Pale Fracture
The gate was heavy. It groaned as Elias turned the wheel. He felt the weight in his shoulders. He hated the weight. He hated the sound. The iron teeth ground against the stone. It was a bad sound. It sounded like a bone breaking. Elias walked into the hall. The air was cold. It smelled of wet wool and old dust. The floor was black marble. It was polished until it shone. He could see his own...
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