The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The blade in my hand was not iron but a shard of frozen time, brittle and singing with a low, tectonic hum that vibrated through the marrow of my wrist, and I swung it against the neck of the first warden, a man whose armor was forged from the compressed silence of a thousand abandoned libraries, and the sound of the impact was not the ring of steel but the wet, heavy thud of a book falling...

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