The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass was cold against my palm, a weight so specific and heavy that it felt less like an object and more like a severed limb of the world I had known before the walls began to bleed. I stood in the center of the great hall, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood, holding the shard of the chandelier that had once hung above the banquet table, now...

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