The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall is a mouth, and you are the tooth that has been pulled, leaving a raw, pulsing socket in the jaw of the city. You stand at the edge of the long mahogany table, which stretches into the dark like a spine, and you feel the weight of the silence pressing against your eardrums. It is not a quiet silence, but a held breath, a suspension of judgment that is far more terrifying than...

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