The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass was not cold, as one might expect of a window in the deep winter of the capital, but it hummed with a low, thrumming vibration that traveled up through the soles of my shoes and settled, like a sediment of guilt, in the hollows of my knees, where I sat, bound by nothing visible, only by the sheer, crushing weight of the expectation that I would shatter. I was Margaret, though I had...

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