The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train to the coast was a metal ribcage, humming with a low, sickly vibration that Maren felt in her teeth. She sat by the window, watching the gray English countryside blur into a smear of wet heather and stone. Beside her, in the narrow space between the seat and the door, sat Elara. They were not touching. The distance between their elbows was exactly four inches, a measured void that had...

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