The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

You wake not to the sound of the whistle, which is the sharp, piercing scream of the city demanding its due, but to the slow, grinding hum of the loom in the cellar, a vibration that travels up through the floorboards, into the soles of your bare feet, and settles in the marrow of your bones like a cold stone that refuses to dissolve, for you are the anomaly in this house of Margaret Holloway,...

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