The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. The chandeliers burned low, their light thick as amber, catching the dust that danced in the heavy air. I stood at the edge of the table, my hands folded in my lap. My mother sat three seats down, her spine rigid, her eyes fixed on a point beyond the crown. She did not look at me. She rarely did. Not since the fever took the color from her...

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