The Pale Fracture
Nikola Hovhannisyan sat at the high table, the quill heavy and useless in his fingers, while the Pale Fracture hummed its low, mournful note against the castle stone. He remembered the night he had first seen it, a static glow in the wall behind Lord Vardges’ throne, visible only to those who had betrayed their kin. He had told himself it was a divine sign, a mark of his righteousness in...
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