The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain on the glass of the intake booth was not water. It was a fine, grey silt that smelled of ozone and old pennies. Mara kept her hands flat on the counter. The plastic was warm. She watched the silt slide in slow, heavy rivulets. It defied gravity. It pooled in the corners of the window frame, thickening into a paste that refused to drip. "Next," the clerk said. His voice was muffled by...

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