The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bus leaves before you have finished tying your shoes. This is the first thing. The engine coughs, a dry, mechanical rasp. The driver, a man with eyes like wet gravel, does not look at you. He never does. You stand on the curb in the grey morning light. Your fingers fumble. The knot slips. You tie it again. By the time the lace is secure, the tail lights are red dots in the distance,...

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