The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in Harrow’s End tasted of iron and wet stone, a metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat long after one had left the valley floor. It was a place where the fog did not roll in so much as it grew, sprouting from the black loam of the fields like a slow, suffocating moss. Margaret Holloway had lived in the cottage on the ridge for forty years, a period of time that felt less...

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