The Pale Fracture
The house was a lung. It breathed. Margaret knew this. The walls sweated. The floorboards groaned. She moved through the corridors. Silent. Quick. Her shoes were soft. Leather. Worn thin. She was not alone. Her brother, Julian, was there. Or what remained of him. A shadow. A whisper. He followed. Close. Too close. They had come from across the sea. To escape the iron grip. The Guild. The Guild...
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