The Pale Fracture
The obsidian floor of the throne room was cold enough to numb the bones in Sir Aldric’s feet, a chill that seeped up through the iron-soled boots of the Knight-Captain and settled deep in his marrow. He stood alone in the center of the vast, circular chamber, the only sound the ragged rhythm of his own breathing and the low, tectonic hum of the stone walls. Before him, bound by chains of...
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