The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, deliberate exhalation from a sky that had forgotten how to clear. In the high tower of the Sanctorum, where the air tasted of ozone and old stone, Silas Vane stood before a mirror of polished obsidian. He was a man composed of angles and tension, his shoulders broad enough to bridge the gap between the doorframe and the window, his hands...

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