The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The feast was a riot of noise and rot. We ate from clay bowls that smelled of the earth they had been dug from. The meat was dark, cured in the smoke of the great hearth that never went out. It tasted of iron and ash. I watched the elders chew. Their jaws worked with a rhythmic, grinding patience. They did not speak. They did not need to. The air was thick with the scent of unwashed bodies and...

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