The Pale Fracture
"You look thin, Margaret." Margaret did not look up from the ledger. The ink was wet. It bled slightly into the grain of the paper, a dark stain spreading against the white. She dipped the pen again. The metal was cold. " The cold," she said. "It gets into the bones." Arthur stood by the window. Outside, the town of Oakhaven lay under a gray sky. The factories smoked. The smoke was thick. It...
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