The Pale Fracture

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2026-08-24 07:08:23 -

The Pale Fracture

The mortar is cold. You slap it against the trowel, the sound dull and wet, like a dead fish. Kael watches from the corner, his hands clasped in his lap, his eyes fixed on the floor. He does not look at the wall. You know he does not look at the wall. You have told him twice to mix the batch, and he stands there, a statue of grey wool and silence, while the hairline crack in the plaster widens...

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