The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

I dreamed of the elm. It stood in the center of the square. Its bark was pale. Its branches reached for the sky. I knew every crack. I knew every vein. I was the tree. The wind moved through me. I did not move. I woke. The room was cold. The light was gray. "Up, Martha." My father’s voice was thin. It came from the door. I sat up. The sheets were heavy. I looked at my hands. They were pale....

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