The Pale Fracture
The banquet was held in the hollow of a limestone cave that breathed with the cold, damp exhale of the deep earth, a place where the air tasted of iron and old stone and the silence was so heavy it pressed against your eardrums like a physical weight. You sat at the long table carved from a single slab of obsidian, your hands folded beneath the table, your fingers interlaced so tightly the...
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