The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train moved through the gray morning with a grinding, rhythmic persistence that Eleanor Whitmore found strangely comforting. She sat in the corner of the second-class car, her knees drawn up, holding the small, clay pot against her chest. Inside the pot, a single seed lay dormant. It was not a flower, nor a tree, but a root of something nameless, something that had grown in the cracks of...

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