The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

"Is it red?" "Yes." "Good. Red is honest." I held my left hand out to the light. The veins were dark, knotted things beneath the skin. Like roots of a dead tree. The fingers were stiff. They did not want to bend. They wanted to stay curled. They wanted to hold onto something. But they held nothing. Just the air. Just the cold. Margaret looked at me. She stood by the hearth. The fire was low....

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