The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The scalpel slipped, a thin line of red blooming on the parchment before Elias could catch it. His hand trembled, a fine, persistent vibration that had started in his knuckles and now lived in his bones. He was forty years old, and in the walled city of Oakhaven, that was an age for retirement, not for fumbling with the instruments of the bone-readers. The Regent’s decree had been posted on the...

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