The Pale Fracture
The hum had become a part of Elias Vane’s skeleton, a low-frequency vibration that rattled his teeth and settled in the marrow of his bones. It was the sound of the Vane Manor, a structure of dark oak and iron that predated the current century and seemed to breathe with a life of its own. Elias sat in the study, the rain lashing against the high, narrow windows, and watched the dust motes dance...
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