The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The feast is a slaughter of light. You sit at the long table in the Hall of Whispers, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and ozone, the tables groaning under the weight of silver platters that reflect a ceiling which does not exist. It is a banquet for the dead, or perhaps for the living who have forgotten how to breathe. You are Thomas Bradshaw, though here your name is a rumor, a...

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