The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain fell in sheets, cold and heavy against the mud of the road. I walked with my head down, shoulders hunched to shield my neck from the stinging wind. My boots were soaked through. The leather had cracked and split, letting the slush seep in and freeze around my toes. I did not stop. Stopping meant weakness. Weakness meant the Guard. Behind me, the sound of their boots was a rhythmic...

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