The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream starts with the sound of glass breaking. Not a window. Not a mirror. Something harder. Something cold. You are standing in a room made of fog. The floor is wet slate. You are wearing a coat. It is white. It is too clean. "Who are you?" The voice is not from the fog. It is inside your teeth. You look down. The coat is there. The buttons are pearl. They are cracked. "I am no one," you...

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