The Pale Fracture
The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a man clearing his throat before a long, final speech. Elias stood before it. He wore the black wool of the Order. It was heavy. It smelled of dust and old blood. He looked at the gate. He looked at the stone wall. The wall was high. It rose into a grey sky. There were no birds. There was no wind. Just the stone. Elias turned. He faced the crowd. They...
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