The Pale Fracture
You walk. The road is red clay. It dries your boots. You are tired. Your body is a cage. It creaks with every step. You carry the sword. It is heavy. It is not for cutting. It is for holding. You hold it because the Order says so. The Order is the Law. The Law is the silence. You have walked for days. The sun is a white eye. It stares. You do not blink. Your name is Thomas. It is a small name....
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