The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and damp wool, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the velvet drapes and settled into the pores of the skin like the dust of centuries. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded tightly in my lap, feeling the rough, jagged texture of the stone against my palm where I had hidden it from the prying eyes of the courtiers. It was...

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