The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smelled of ozone and stale copper. Elara Vance stood at the center of the table. The table was made of glass. It hummed. A low, subsonic thrum that vibrated in her teeth. The other guests sat around it. They did not eat. They watched her. Their eyes were flat. They were lenses. Elara looked down at her hands. They were trembling. The skin was thin. Veins pulsed blue beneath the...

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