The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The boar fat crackled in the iron pan, a sharp, greasy smell that cut through the stale air of the Great Hall. I wiped my hands on my tunic, the wool rough against my skin, and watched the High Warden’s empty chair. Three years. Mara had waited three years for this rank, for the title that would finally bring us to the same side of the city, the same side of the bed. I adjusted my collar, the...

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