The Pale Fracture
The wind howled through the skeletal branches of the pine forest, a sound like tearing cloth that seemed to unravel the very air. Elara pulled her coat tighter, the wool fraying at the cuffs, and watched her brother, Julian, shiver violently by the fire. They were miles from the settlement, miles from the warmth that defined their existence, and yet the cold here was different. It was a clean...
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