The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The parchment was thin, translucent enough to see the grain of the oak table beneath it, and the ink was still wet, glistening like a fresh wound. It was a writ of forfeiture, stamped with the red wax of the High Chancellor, declaring my authority void and my daughter’s debt absolute. I held it up to the light, watching the dust motes dance in the beam, and felt the cold weight of the obsidian...

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