The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Undercroft tasted of copper and damp wool, a metallic tang that Elias Thorne had grown accustomed to over the three years since his arrival in the City of St. Jude. He sat in the corner of the archive room, his back pressed against the cold stone, watching the single candle flicker in the draft. On the desk before him lay the specimen, a thing of terrible and delicate beauty. It...

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