The Pale Fracture
The taste of copper was the first thing that returned to Elias Thorne’s tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat like dried blood, and it was the taste that defined the morning he realized that the world he had built in the quiet, fog-draped streets of Oakhaven was no longer a sanctuary but a prison cell with the door left wide open for those who wished to enter without...
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