The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink on the parchment was not black, but a deep, arterial red that seemed to pulse with its own faint, rhythmic heat. I held the stylus in my right hand, the bone cold against my palm, and stared at the name that had been carved into the wax seal of the decree before me. It was my name. Or rather, it was the name I had used for forty years in the city of Aethelgard, a name that carried the...

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