The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The table was long. It stretched across the hall like a wooden river, polished to a dull, cold shine. On it sat the white cakes. They were tall, pale towers of sugar and flour, stacked in neat, silent rows. The air smelled of wax and old stone. It was the Festival of the Pure Line. Everyone ate. Everyone had to eat. The cakes were not food. They were law. They were the shape of the world that...

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