The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

You are holding the key. It is cold, forged from the scrap metal of the bell tower, and it fits the lock of the Vault of Hours with a click that sounds like a knuckle cracking. Your hand trembles. Not from cold. From the arrhythmia, the skipping beat that has plagued you since the spring thaw. You are Elias, forty-two, a Warden in the Pale Fracture, and you have six days until the winter...

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