The Pale Fracture
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the jagged, soot-stained spires of the Ministry. I walked with a heavy coat pulled tight against the chill, my hands buried deep in the pockets where I kept the small, brass-cased vial. It was cold to the touch, heavier than it looked, and it...
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