The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The champagne in my glass was warm, tasting of copper and stale smoke. I stood in the corner of the Foundry Hall, watching the dancers spin under the chandeliers, their dresses flashing like scales on a fish. I was not there for the music. I was there for the ledger. My brother, Silas, had died three months ago, leaving behind a debt to the Ironworks that could crush my family for a generation....

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