The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink was dry. It had been dry for three days, yet the smell of iron and wet clay lingered in the air of the scriptorium, thick as blood. Elias sat alone in the high tower, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone like a dying breath. He was a scholar, a keeper of words in an age that preferred the weight of swords. His hands were stained black, a permanent tattoo of his vocation....

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