The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place so removed from the natural world, but of ozone and wet iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a forbidden word. Elias stood before the Obsidian Throne, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that hung in the vaulted chamber, a silence so profound...

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