The Pale Fracture
The seal cracked under the pressure of the thumb, a sound like a knuckle popping in a silent room. Kaelen held the wax in his left hand, the only part of his body that still felt the cold. The fracture, a pale white line, ran from the base of his palm to the wrist, widening slightly as the wind bit through his wool tunic. He wanted the decree delivered to the High Court before the solstice, a...
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