The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended the city in a gray, trembling veil. Elias stood at the gate. He held the key. It was iron. Cold. The weight of it was a secret. He looked up. The towers pierced the mist. The Spire. The Crown. The Teeth. They watched. They always watched. Elias wiped his hands on his tunic. The wool was wet. Heavy. It clung to his ribs like a shroud. "Steady, Elias,"...

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