The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smelled of stale copper and burnt lard, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent lie. We sat in the long, drafty assembly of the Foundry Guild, three hundred souls packed into the high-ceilinged warehouse where the steam whistles used to scream before the war turned the city into a skeleton of rusted iron and silent chimneys. I watched...

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