The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain fell like ash. It coated the cobblestones of Oakhaven in a grey, slick film that reflected the dull glow of the streetlamps. Elias Vance stood at the edge of the square. His sword was drawn. The blade was short, practical, forged by the Guild. It did not shine. It only cut. Around him, the crowd held its breath. They were dressed in their best wool, but their faces were pale. Fear is a...

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