The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Hall of Mirrors tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to clear. We sat in a circle of twelve, our knees knocking together beneath the heavy, velvet-draped chairs that smelled of lavender and decay. In the center of the room, suspended by chains that seemed to vibrate with a low, subsonic hum, hung the Architect. He was not a...

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