The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The count of the hours in the cell was a physical weight, three hundred and twelve since the last meal, each tick of the water dripping into the stone trough marking a debt that Elias Thorne could not pay. He sat with his back against the damp wall, his hands cradling the obsidian shard, its surface cold and slick as a river stone, while the low hum of the artifact vibrated through his bones, a...

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