The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The High Keeper’s voice is a dry rasp in the dark, calling your name like a summons to a court of ghosts. Elias. Come forward. You do not move. You cannot move. Your hands are locked in a rigid, pale grip on the leather satchel at your hip, and the skin there is no longer flesh but a cold, chalky substance that crumbles at the slightest tremor of your breath. You are in the lower vaults of the...

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