The Pale Protocol
The bone does not break; it shatters, a sudden and violent unmaking of the self’s architecture, splintering into a thousand jagged shards that scatter across the cold, polished floor of the infirmary, where the light from the high, arched windows falls in dusty, accusatory beams. You stand before the mirror, a device of glass and silvered backing that has served the Order for three centuries,...
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