The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The knife slipped against the grey flesh of my thumb, carving a shallow trench that wept not blood but a thick, mineral sludge the color of old ash. I held the blade steady, my other hand trembling with a fatigue that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the sheer, grinding weight of the stone beginning to settle into my marrow. The smell of the Ashen Wastes was always the...

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