The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bread was grey. It tasted of ash and iron. I ate it. Crumb by crumb. My hands shook. Not from cold. From hunger. The room was small. Stone walls. One window. A bar of light cut the dust. I watched the specks dance. They were the only free things here. I am a man of the Watch. Or I was. Now I am just a mouth. A stomach. A thing that eats. The bread is the law. Not the law of men. The law of...

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