The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The coat was heavy. It hung on the back of the chair. Wool. Thick. Dark brown. It smelled of wet stone and old tobacco. Elias touched it. He did not put it on. He sat in the corner of the room. The walls were white. High. Cold. "Sit down," said the voice. It came from the shadow. From the desk. A figure. Tall. Still. Elias did not move. His hands were in his lap. They were trembling....

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