The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey shroud over the valley. Kaelen stood at the ridge. He held the bone. It was cold. Not like stone. Like ice. Like the dead. The valley was empty. No birds. No wind. Just the wet silence. Kaelen was a warden. He wore the grey tunic. The tunic was stained. Not with mud. With blood. His own, mostly. He had taken a spear through the shoulder three days ago. The...

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