The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass vial sat on the workbench, catching the amber light of the forge. It was empty. Inside, the air hummed with a frequency only I could hear. I was twelve. My hands were stained with soot and iron filings. The Master watched me from the shadows of the workshop, his face a map of old scars. We were in the Spire. A tower of black stone that pierced the clouds. The world outside was...

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