The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

I dreamt of the white stone. It was cold. It was whole. I woke with dust in my teeth. The air tasted of iron and old rain. I sat up. My hands shook. They always shake now. Not from fear. From the weight of what I hold. Or rather, what I have become. The hall was dim. Candles guttered in iron sconces. Shadows lengthened on the vaulted ceiling. I am the Keeper. That is my title. No name. Just the...

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