The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wall called your name. It did not shout. It hummed, a low vibration in the limestone that traveled up through the soles of your boots and into your teeth. You stood in the central aisle of the Pale Fracture, the cathedral’s heart, where the air was always cold enough to make your breath visible. You were Elias Thorne, Warden of the North Wing, forty-two years old, and you had twenty-six...

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