The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Grand Hall of Oakhaven smelled of roasted pig, stale beer, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that always preceded a fracture. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the stage, his apron stained with soot and sweat, the heat of the furnace still clinging to his skin like a second layer. Around him, the city’s elite sat in velvet chairs, their faces illuminated by the flickering...

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