The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles. Hundreds of them. Bees of light trapped in glass. They hummed. A low, insect thrum. It vibrated in my teeth. In my bone. The hall smelled of wax and rot. Sweet rot. Under the perfume of lilies. Under the wine. We sat. I sat. My hands were still. They had to be. I was a soldier. I was a shield. My shield was cracked. I knew it. The crack ran from my...

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