The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The oak table groaned under the weight of silver and crystal, a deep, resonant moan that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves, vibrating up through the soles of my feet and settling in the marrow of my bones. It was the harvest feast, the one that bound the household together in a knot of obligation and fear, and I sat at the far end, where the light from the tallow candles did not...

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