The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train from Seattle to Vancouver was a metal box suspended in a grey void, a capsule of pressurized air and stale coffee moving through the night at a speed that blurred the landscape into ribbons of black and white. I sat by the window, my reflection ghostly against the dark glass, staring at my hands. They were trembling, though not from the cold. Inside my jacket pocket, I felt the weight...

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