The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wind did not howl. It whispered. It was a thin, gray sound that scraped against the bones of the world. Elara stood at the edge of the precipice. Below, the city sprawled in a grid of iron and ash. It was a place of silence. Not the quiet of sleep. The quiet of a held breath. A breath that had been held for too long. She looked at her hands. They were red. Not with blood. With rust. The...

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