The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall of the Abbey of Saint Jude smelled of rendered fat, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep up from the flagstones themselves, a scent that clung to the back of my throat and refused to be washed away by the thin, watered ale we were served in chipped clay cups. I sat at the lower table, my hands resting on the rough-hewn wood, my fingers tracing the...

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