The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The parchment lay on the obsidian table, its surface unmarked by ink or seal, yet Silas felt the weight of it pressing against his mind like a stone in his shoe. He was a Warden of the Third Circle, thirty-two years old, with twelve years of service etched into the gray of his temples and the stiffness of his left knee. The High Magistrate, a figure draped in robes that seemed to ripple with a...

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