The Pale Fracture
The count was simple enough: twelve stitches for the lip, four for the brow, and a fracture in the jaw that the bone-setter could not align, a pale blue light pulsing from the crack like a vein of ice in a frozen lake. Sir Aldric stood in the center of the throne room, his hands bound behind his back with rough hemp, watching the light shift and dim as the Court Physician, a man named Corvus,...
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