The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bell in the clocktower did not ring. It screamed. It was a sound of tearing metal, a shriek that scraped the soot from the rafters and lodged itself in the throats of the workers below. Elias Thorne stood at his workbench, the hammer frozen in his grip. The air in the Foundry was thick, not just with the heat of the furnace, but with a sudden, suffocating silence that followed the noise....

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