The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The mud sucked at her boots like a living thing. It was not just dirt. It was a thick, black slurry that smelled of iron and rot. Margaret pulled at the handle. The lever groaned. It did not move. She pushed with her shoulder. Her back screamed. The lever held. Across the pit, the overseer stood on the ridge. He wore a coat of oiled leather. It was yellowed. He watched. He did not shout. He did...

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