The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The heavy oak door of the scriptorium swung shut with a groan that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Brother Elias’s bones, sealing him in with the dust, the smell of drying ink, and the terrible, humming weight of the Pale Codex resting on the desk before him. He was forty-two years old, a man whose fingers were permanently stained with the black residue of his trade, and for the first time...

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