The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Foundry did not smell of iron or sulfur, as it should have, but of ozone and old, dried lavender. Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were mapped with the topography of a thousand small cuts, stood before the Great Anvil, which was not an anvil at all, but a slab of polished obsidian suspended in a void that hummed with a low, tectonic vibration. He was a smith of the old world, or...

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