The Pale Fracture
Chapter One "You are late, Sess Maiden," the voice said from the other side of the heavy oak door, the grain of the wood pressing against the cold air like a bruise that would not heal. Sess pressed his forehead against the wood, the texture gritty and rough under his skin, and felt the vibration of the forge hammering in the distance, a rhythmic thud that wasat in time with his own failing...
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