The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink weighed three ounces. Elias counted the drops as they fell from the quill, a rhythm as steady as a heartbeat in a fevered sleep. One, two, three. The parchment was old, stiff with age, and it smelled of wet earth and decay. He was here to secure his freedom. Lord Malachi’s will was the final debt, the last line in the ledger that kept him bound to this crumbling estate in the year 1240....

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