The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

In the dream, the sky was not a sky but a ceiling, a vast, stained expanse of industrial tin that hummed with the low, electric thrum of the city’s breath, and beneath it, in a room that smelled of wet wool and ozone, Margaret stood before a mirror that did not reflect her face but her spine, a long, pale rod of bone that stretched from the floor to the lintel, unyielding and terrifyingly...

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