The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

I woke with the taste of iron and wet ash on my tongue, the air thick with the hum of a thousand invisible gears. I was standing in the middle of the great Hall of Mirrors, a cavernous space that stretched out into a fog so white it felt like snow. There was no floor, only a suspension of light, and hanging from that light, suspended by threads of spun glass, were the objects I had spent my...

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