The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Jose Carbajal woke with the taste of iron and old dust in his mouth, the recurring dream of the white sash still clinging to his skin like a second, colder layer of wool. He was thirty-two, a senior enforcer in the Pale Court, and his hands, usually steady enough to break a man’s jaw, trembled as he pulled on his uniform. What he wanted was singular, a knot in his stomach that had not loosened...

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