The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Hall of Silences tastes of rust and ozone. You stand at the edge of the mahogany floor. Your shoes are thin. The wood is warm. It hums. It vibrates with a low, thrumming note that you feel in your teeth. You are here because you must be. The summons came in the morning. A black envelope. No return address. Just your name written in ink that shimmered like wet slate. You took it....

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