The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The Council’s seal was red wax, stamped with the city’s crest, a lion devouring a serpent. It covered the door of my workshop. I did not break it. I stood in the street, watching the rain slick the cobblestones, and waited for my sister. Clara arrived with a basket. She looked thin. Her eyes were red. She pushed the basket through the bars of the window I had left open. Inside were bread,...

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