The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain in the capital did not fall so much as it precipitated, a fine, gray mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the cracks of the cobblestones. I stood at the base of the Iron Spire, the central axis of the city, and adjusted the calibration on my wrist chronometer. The device hummed against my radius, a low, vibrating thrum that I had come to mistake for a second heartbeat. My...

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