The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The feast was not a celebration, but a ritual of consumption. The Great Hall of the Ashworth estate, once a place of dignified silence and heavy oak, now groaned under the weight of bodies and the smell of boiled wool and stale sweat. We sat in rows, like sheep in a fold, waiting for the bell that would signal the next hour of labor. The air was thick, hanging low in the rafters, smelling of...

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