The Pale Fracture
The Feast of the Threshold was a display of grotesque opulence, a banquet of silver and synthetic blood held in the high command spire where the air was scrubbed clean of dust and decay. Kaelen Vane stood at the periphery, his uniform pressed to a severity that masked the tremor in his hands, watching the High Council raise their crystal flutes to the memory of a border that no longer existed....
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