The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bread was dry, and the silence was wet. I stood in the center of the Grand Hall, my boots polished to a mirror shine that reflected the flickering torchlight. The air smelled of damp stone, old sweat, and the yeasty, rotting sweetness of the communal loaves. Around me, the other Wardens stood in rigid lines, their hands clasped behind their backs, their eyes fixed on the floor. We were the...

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