The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The soup was cold, a thick, gray sludge that sat in the bottom of the chipped ceramic bowl like a dead fish, and I stared at it while the steam rose in thin, lazy wisps that curled against the frost on the windowpane, the frost that had formed despite the mid-July heat because the air inside our block was always wrong, always thick with the scent of boiled turnips and wet wool and the metallic...

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