The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The stone walls of Oakhaven’s lower crypts weep with a dampness that smells of iron and old rot, and you sit on the cold floor, your back against the rough-hewn block, watching the Warden place a chipped clay cup between your knees. He is a man of indeterminate age, his face a pale, hollowed mirror of your own youth, stripped of the arrogance you once wore like armor, and he speaks in a voice...

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