The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The radiator clanked. Mara pulled her hand back. "Did you hear that?" she asked. Her voice was thin. It scraped against the silence. The house was cold. It was always cold. She looked at her husband. Leo sat in the chair. He did not look up. He was counting coins. Copper. Silver. His fingers were black with grease. "Listen to the pipes, Mara," he said. "They are dying." "I hear them," she...

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