The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The letter lay on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp earth. You read it twice, the words blurring as the spore haze thickened in your lungs. It was an invitation. Lord Vane requested your presence for dinner, a gesture of truce, a final chance to retire with your dignity intact. You folded the paper, your hands trembling not from fear but from the cold that lived...

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