The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The plate broke. Not shattered. Broken. A clean, sharp line across the blue china. It had held a wedge of cheese. A simple thing. But the crack ran deep. I heard it before I saw it. A thin, high whine. Like a dog in pain. I was in the kitchen. The palace kitchen. Or what passed for one in the old guard quarters. Stone walls. Cold air. The smell of damp wool and old grease. I held the two halves...

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