The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream came first. It always did. It was a dream of white stone and black water. In the dream, the walls breathed. They expanded and contracted with the rhythm of a dying heart. Silas woke with his lungs burning. He lay in the narrow cot, the straw tickling his nose. The air in the cell was thick, heavy with the smell of damp rot and old sweat. Outside, the city of Aethelgard slept under a...

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