The Pale Fracture
You dream of glass. Not the sharp, breaking kind. The smooth, cold kind. The kind that holds the light but lets it pass through. You are a thing of glass. You have always been a thing of glass. In the Hall of Whispers, they call you the Shard. It is a title given to you by the Chancellors. It is not a name. Names are for those who have a past. You have only the present. And the present is a...
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