The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The feast was a lie. It tasted of ash and old iron. You sat at the long table in the hall, the air thick with the smell of roasted meat and unwashed bodies. Around you, the men laughed. Their voices echoed off the stone walls, bouncing like trapped birds. You picked at your food. The meat was tough. Chewing it felt like grinding teeth. You did not taste it. You could not. Your sister, Elara,...

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