The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream began with the sound of bone snapping, not with a crack but with a wet, heavy thud, like a log falling into deep water, and it was his own knee, or perhaps his own spine, shattering against the cold, wet concrete of the transit tunnel while the fog rolled in thick as milk, obscuring the rusted railings and the distant, silent headlamps of the oncoming trains. He woke on the narrow cot...

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