The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smells of roasted goose and stale beer. You are sitting at the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap. The wood is scarred. Deep gouges run along its surface, like the cracks in the concrete of the town square. You know every one of them. You made them. Or maybe you just remembered them. It is hard to tell where the memory ends and the reality begins. The air is thick...

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