The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The hall was a cathedral of white. Not the white of snow. Not the white of bone. It was the white of a sheet pulled tight over a face. It hummed. It buzzed against the skin. Margaret stood in the center. She did not blink. Around her, the guests moved. They wore masks of smooth porcelain. Their faces were blank. Their eyes were holes. They smiled with mouths that did not move. They held cups of...

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