The Predestined Ache
The suburbs of Connecticut are designed to hide the truth. The lawns are too green, the fences too white, and the smiles too symmetrical. Claire lived in the center of this curated peace, in a house that smelled of lemon wax and repressed screams. Claire had a gift, or perhaps a curse: she could see the "Ache." When she looked at a person, she didn't see their face; she saw a shimmering,...
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