The Pale Fracture
The feast was a thing of teeth and bone, a sprawling table of ashwood that stretched across the cavernous hall of the Iron Keep. Candles dripped fat onto the stone floor, pooling in dark, viscous lakes that reflected the faces of the gathered knights. They were men of steel and silence, their armor polished to a mirror shine, yet their eyes held a dull, hungry light that no amount of polish...
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