The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale beer, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine dust, masking the sharper, metallic tang of the fear that had been building in Silas Thorne’s chest for the past six weeks, a fear that had turned his bones hollow and his hands into trembling instruments of uncertainty. He sat at the far end of...

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