The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old paper. Candles guttered in the wind that slipped through the high, arched windows. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the center of the long oak table. His hands were steady. They had always been steady. Across the table, the other officers raised their glasses. The crystal clinked. A sharp, bright sound. It cut the silence. Elias drank. The wine was...

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