The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The chisel in your hand is cold, the iron bit worn to a dull point, and the wood beneath it splinters with a dry, brittle snap that echoes in the small, windowless room. You are Elias, a scribe of the third rank, and you have been carving the same letter for three hours, the ink drying to a black crust in the well. The sound of the city outside is a low, constant hum, the vibration of the glass...

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