The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smelled of roasting boar and iron. The air was thick, heavy with the breath of hundreds. Candles guttered. Shadows danced on the stone walls. Silas stood by the pillar. He held his sword. His grip was tight. His knuckles were white. The bone beneath the skin ached. A pale fracture ran through it. He felt it. A cold line. A break in the self. The hall was a dream. A fever dream....

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