The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The beam groaned, a low, tectonic sigh that vibrated through the soles of my boots. I pressed my palm against the oak, feeling the grain shift under the weight of the coming winter, and for a moment, I believed the building was breathing with me. This was the Old Hall, a structure of such specific, stubborn integrity that it had outlasted three regimes and two floods. I was Elias Thorne, a...

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