The Pale Fracture
The bell tolled. It was a heavy, iron sound. It shook the dust from the high vaulted ceiling. The dust fell like gray snow. It settled on the shoulders of the man in the white coat. His name was Elias. He stood in the center of the hall. The hall was cold. The air smelled of wet stone and old paper. The paper was dry. It crumbled at the edges. Elias touched the wall. The wall was stone. It was...
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