The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the infirmary tasted of chalk and stale wax. Silas Vane counted the pills. One, two, three. They were pale, crystalline things, small enough to fit under the tongue, large enough to shatter the silence. He placed them in a ceramic dish. The dish was chipped. The chipped edge caught the candlelight. He looked at his brother. Elian sat in the corner. His eyes were open. He did not...

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