The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wind howled against the iron shutters. It sounded like teeth grinding on bone. Elara sat in the corner of the stone cell. Her knees were drawn to her chest. She held the glass vial. It was thin. It was pale. It was the only thing she had left. Outside, the guards paced. Their boots clacked on the wet flagstones. “Move it, girl,” one of them shouted. His voice was rough. It was thick with...

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