The Pale Fracture
The chisel bites. You pull the hammer back, the leather grip slick with sweat. The stone is cold, but today it feels different. It feels alive. You are Elias, thirty-two, and the Grand Spire is the only thing that matters. The winter solstice is three days away. If the spire is not finished, the Guild Master title slips away. You do not care about titles. You care about the work. The work is...
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