The Pale Fracture
The sky above the city of Aethelgard does not break; it shatters, a slow, crystalline implosion that turns the noon light into a billion shards of jagged, screaming glass, and you are standing in the middle of the street, your hands pressed against your own ribs, trying to hold your skeleton together while the world outside your skin begins to liquefy into a thick, humming grey sludge that...
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