The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The candlelight in the Iron Ward flickered with a sickly, amber hum, casting long, distorted shadows against the damp stone walls where thirty-year-old Sergeant Elias Thorne sat, his hands trembling so violently that the wooden table shook beneath them. He was a man who had once moved with the silent, predatory grace of a wolf, but now his fingers were stiff, the joints swollen and pale, a...

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