The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain in London did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wool of Eleanor’s coat and seeped into the marrow of her bones. She stood on the corner of Whitechapel Road, the umbrellas of the commuters passing like the black wings of moths, each one a small, wet shield against the encroaching dark. Eleanor was not looking at the street. Her eyes were fixed on...

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