The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain against the stained glass of the Great Hall sounded like the scratching of thousands of fingernails on a tomb, a rhythmic, persistent tearing that matched the hollow ache in my chest as I watched Lord Valerius walk away, his silhouette thinning into the mist that always clung to the lower corridors of the Ashworth Estate. I had served him for twenty years, my hands bound to the...

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