The Pale Fracture
The iron collar was heavy, a cold band of metal that had long since fused with the flesh of Elara’s neck, indistinguishable from the bone beneath the skin. It was not merely an accessory, but a second skeleton, a rigid exoskeleton of duty that chafed against her vertebrae with every breath, a constant, grinding reminder of the law she had sworn to uphold in a world that had forgotten the...
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