The Pale Fracture
In the year of the Iron Fog, when the sky above the city of Oakhaven hung like a bruised and swollen lung, the boy known as Elian sat in the center of the glasshouse, a structure that had once been a sanctuary for orchids and now served as the containment unit for the city’s most volatile asset. He was twelve years old, though his face held the hollow, aged exhaustion of someone who had been...
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