The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The road to the Citadel was a ribbon of grey dust that wound through the dead orchards, and I walked it with the heavy, dull ache of a man who knows he is already dead but has not yet learned to stop breathing. I was the Inquisitor’s hand, a scribe of the high court, tasked with verifying the purity of the new harvest. The air smelled of rot and iron, a scent that had seeped into my clothes, my...

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