The Pale Fracture
You hold the bone in your left hand, a thing of pale, porous weight that has grown cold to the touch despite the humid air of the antechamber. It is not a bone of the body you currently inhabit, nor does it belong to any creature that has walked the earth since the last ice age retreated from the valleys of the north. It is an artifact of the old machinery, a femur from the Charioteer, the...
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