The Pale Fracture
The bell rang. It was a dull, bronze sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. Maren held the stone. It was cold. It was heavy. It pulsed. She felt the heartbeat in her palm. It was not her own. It was the building’s. The Hall of Tides stood on the cliff. It faced the sea. The sea was grey. The sea was endless. The Hall was white. It was made of bone-like stone. It was beautiful. It was...
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