The Pale Fracture
The spire cracks before the rain begins. You hear it first, a sound like a bone snapping deep inside the earth, followed by the groan of ancient stone shifting against its mortar. You are Elias, High Archivist of the Pale Court, and your father, the King, lies dying in the upper chambers while the Court below declares his mind broken. The walls of this palace whisper, a low, constant...
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