The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall of the Obsidian Spire did not smell of roast boar or spiced wine, but of ozone and crushed violets, a scent so sharp it seemed to cut the air into thin, trembling shards. You are seated at the long table of black glass, your hands folded neatly in your lap, the knuckles white with the effort of keeping them still. Around you, the court of the Pale King feasts on light itself,...

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