The Pale Fracture
The departure was not a journey in the conventional sense, but a severing of the soul from the bone, a slow and agonizing extraction of the self from the vessel that had held it for thirty years, as Captain Elias Thorne stood upon the obsidian ramparts of the Citadel of St. Jude’s, watching the last of his kin dissolve into the grey mist that perpetually shrouded the lower city, a city built...
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