The Pale Fracture
The coat was too big. It swallowed Leo whole, the wool heavy and gray as ash. It was a hand-me-down, passed down the line of boys in the dormitory like a curse, or perhaps a blessing, depending on which way the wind blew. Leo stood before the mirror in the common room, pulling the collar up over his chin. The fabric smelled of lavender detergent and stale sweat. It smelled of everyone who had...
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