The Pale Fracture
The glass did not shatter with a sound so much as it exhaled, a long, cold sigh that rolled across the floor of the Grand Hall in the city of Aethelgard. It was a sound that seemed to belong to another century, a time before the walls had grown so thick and the air so sterile. Dr. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the atrium, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming...
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