The Pale Fracture

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2026-08-23 11:42:03 -

The Pale Fracture

The feast in the Grand Hall was a celebration of silence. I sat at the head of the long table, the master mason, my hands resting on the polished oak, watching the Guild Master raise a glass to the winter solstice. The air smelled of roasted lamb and beeswax, but I was not tasting the food. I was listening to the stone beneath my feet. For three days, the facade of the Hall had wept a pale,...

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