The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bell tolls not for death, but for the hour of reckoning. It is a dull, wooden sound, heavy as a stone dropped into a deep well. You are standing in the square, the cobblestones slick with the residue of the morning’s frost, and you feel the vibration of the strike in your teeth. Around you, the townspeople of Oakhaven do not look up. They know the rhythm. They know the weight. They are...

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