The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the smell of wet stone clung to my skin like a shroud. I am twelve years old, and my hands are stained with ink and the grime of the archive, but my mind is fixed on a single, burning purpose: to finish the Great Ledger before the winter solstice. If I complete the transcription of the city’s debts, I will be free of my master’s whip and the...

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