The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The magistrate’s voice cut through the dust and the drone of the wind, sharp and final, calling your name like a brand. Elias Thorne, step forward. You stood at the edge of the execution ground, your boots caked in the red clay of the Ashlands, your hands still stiff from the cold morning air that bit into your lungs with every breath. The young man in the center of the ring was shaking, not...

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