The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train smelled of wet wool and coal smoke, a heavy, metallic scent that settled deep in the lungs and refused to leave. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my hands resting on my knees, fingers curled around the cold brass buckle of my belt. The window beside me was a streak of grey rain, blurring the passing landscape into a smear of industrial brown and black. We were moving away from...

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