The Pale Fracture
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that blurred the boundaries between the world outside and the stone walls within. Sir Aldric Vance did not look up from the map spread across the oak table. The ink was still wet in the corners, the lines of the border drawn with a hand that had trembled slightly, a tremor he had learned to hide behind the heavy weight of his...
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