The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink was fading. That was the first thing Elias noticed. Not the smell of the damp stone, nor the cold biting through his wool tunic, but the letters themselves. They were slipping away. The words on the parchment in his hands grew thin, translucent, like breath on a windowpane. He rubbed them with his thumb. The pigment smeared. The meaning dissolved. Elias was twelve. He stood in the...

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