The Pale Fracture
Chapter One "You were never registered, Hai He." The Archivist did not look up. His fingers, stained with the grey dust of the archives, turned a page of the grain ledger. The light in the Iron Citadel was thin, filtered through high, barred windows that let in the pale, dusty glare of the summer the wells failed. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against the stone walls that shared the...
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