The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain had stopped three days ago, but the air still tasted of wet iron and the metallic sweetness of rot, a lingering ghost of the storm that had scoured the valley and left the world bleached and bare. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of the bone-white knife that had been entrusted to me by the Archon, its handle worn smooth by centuries of...

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