The Pale Fracture
The ink in my veins tastes of iron and regret. I am Elias Thorne, a scribe of the fourth rank in the Ministry of Memory, and I am dying by inches. The Withering has taken my sister, Clara, and the only cure is an erasure. It is a simple, brutal arithmetic. My name must be struck from the Ledger of Sins. But the Ledger is not paper; it is skin. To erase the mark, I need a Pale Fracture, a...
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