The Pale Fracture
The fog did not merely settle upon the city of Oakhaven; it inhabited it, a thick, grey wool that suffocated the cobblestones and muffled the distant tolling of the cathedral bells until they sounded like the heartbeats of a dying giant. In the lower quarters, where the air tasted of wet ash and old copper, Elias Thorne moved with the deliberate, heavy grace of a man carrying a secret too large...
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