The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The feast began with the smell of burnt sugar. It hung in the air, thick and cloying, masking the scent of damp wool and old stone. Margot sat at the long table in the hall of the estate, her hands folded in her lap. She watched the light die behind the stained glass. The colors were wrong. They had always been wrong. But tonight, they looked like bruises. Her husband, Elias, sat across from...

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