The Pale Fracture
The great hall of the Citadel of Oram was a cavern of cold stone and suspended dust, where the air itself seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the final accounting, and the hundreds of citizens who lined the tiered balconies above looked down upon the central dais with eyes that were wide, hollow, and filled with a terrifying, silent hunger, as if they were waiting for the sky to fall...
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