The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, grey curtain of moisture suspended in the air of the Hollow. It smelled of wet iron and old stone. Elias stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the mud that was not mud, but something darker, something that whispered when it touched his skin. He looked down. There was no bottom. Only a slow, spiraling descent into a mist that pulsed...

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