The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bus was late. Mara checked her watch. Again. Rain slicked the windshield. Grey water. She tapped the glass. Once. Twice. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and ozone. A man sat opposite her. Grey suit. Tired eyes. He looked at his shoes. Mara looked at the door. It opened. The driver sighed. "Sorry," he said. "Always," Mara replied. She stepped off. The town was called Oakhaven. It was not...

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