The Pale Fracture
The glass pane in the north window of the Grand Hall had been cracked for three days, a pale fracture that ran from the upper left corner down to the center like a vein of ice in a frozen lake, and I stood before it now, my reflection distorted and fragmented, watching the shards catch the dim light of the dying afternoon sun that filtered through the heavy velvet drapes of our ancestral home...
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