The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The snow had not stopped falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that muffled the sounds of the city and turned the world into a place of muted, suffocating stillness. I stood in the antechamber of the Pale Gate, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts that fogged the air before my face, my eyes fixed on the heavy iron door that separated me from the execution cell. I was thirty-two...

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