The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bell rang. It was a flat, metallic sound. It cut the air. I stood by the door. My mother held my hand. Her fingers were cold. They trembled. We were leaving. The house was empty. The dust lay still on the floorboards. It was a fine, grey powder. It settled on everything. It settled on us. I looked down at my sleeve. It was white. It was made of wool. The fabric was thick. It was heavy. It...

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