The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil that turned the world into a sketch of itself, faded and trembling. Elias stood in the courtyard of the Grand Hall, his boots sinking into the mud that had long since swallowed the cobblestones. He was a Warden of the Peace, a title that sounded heavy on his tongue, like a stone he had to carry up a hill every morning just to...

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