The Pale Fracture
The order lay on the metal desk, the paper thin and brittle from the damp in the barracks. It bore the seal of the Council, a stark black circle on white card, and the signature of General Vane at the bottom, sharp and slanted. Kael read it twice, his thumb rubbing the edge until the fibers frayed. It was a dismissal. He was to be stripped of his rank as Border Warden and confined to the lower...
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