The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream was of ice. Not the sharp, biting kind, but the slow, creeping frost that spreads across a window pane in a dead winter. It was beautiful, intricate, and utterly cold. Major Arthur Vane woke with a gasp. The air in the cell was thin. It smelled of rust and old sweat. He sat up. The chains were still there. They had always been there, since the night they took him from his desk in the...

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