The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The hall smelled of wax and old blood. We sat in a circle. The floor was black stone. Polished. Cold. Above us, the ceiling vanished into a dark mist. The air tasted metallic. Sharp. Like biting into a coin. I held the mirror. It was small. Round. Silver-rimmed. The glass was pale. Almost white. It reflected nothing. Not my face. Not the room. Just a void. A white emptiness. My brother, Julian,...

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