The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bread was hard. It was the color of dried blood, dense and unyielding, a block of sustenance that tasted of ash and iron. In the high, vaulted cellar of the Manor House, where the air hung thick with the dampness of ancient stone, Elias sat on a bench that had been worn smooth by generations of kneeling. He did not kneel. He sat with his spine straight, a rigid line in the gloom, holding...

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