The Pale Fracture
The iron taste of blood was thick on my tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and seeped into the very marrow of my bones, yet I did not taste it so much as I felt it, a cold, spreading numbness that began at the tips of my fingers and crawled inexorably toward my heart as I struggled to keep my footing on the slick, moss-covered stones of the ridge. The wind howled through...
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