The Pale Fracture
Chapter One Anders Nystrom had worked forty years in the same frozen harbor town, a fact that weighed on him like the damp wool of his coat. The administrative palace sat on the scree slope, its white walls bleached by the wind, a place where light was measured in working hours and the air tasted of metal and old fear. I wanted my sister Elara out of the detention wing, a simple thing, but...
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