The Pale Fracture
The feast in the Great Hall of Oakhaven was a spectacle of deliberate excess, designed to mask the hollowing out of the community’s spirit. Long tables groaned under the weight of roasted venison, buckets of ale, and towers of bread that crusted with the dust of the ceiling beams. The air was thick with smoke and the cloying sweetness of spiced wine, but beneath the roar of conversation and the...
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