The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The frost had settled into the mortar of the whitewashed walls like a grey lichen, softening the hard edges of the stone. You stood in the center of the square, your breath a thin, cold thread that vanished before it could reach the lips of the crowd. They watched you from the shadows of the archways, their faces obscured by hoods, but you knew them. You knew the specific silence that preceded...

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