The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The hall smelled of roasted venison and stale fear. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the wool of Elara’s cloak, a physical weight that pressed against her skin. Around her, the court of the Pale King moved like water over stone, silent and fluid, yet heavy with an invisible current. They wore white. All of them. Their skin was the color of ash, their eyes voids of black ink. They did...

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