The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The apple sat on the table. It was red. A bruise spread across its skin. Dark. Wet. It looked like a wound. Margaret washed her hands. Water ran cold. She dried them on a rag. The rag was rough. It smelled of lye. She looked at the apple. She did not touch it. "Is it bad?" asked Thomas. He stood in the doorway. He held his hat in his hands. His knuckles were white. "It is ripe," Margaret said....

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