The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train leaves at dawn. You stand on the platform, your coat buttoned to the chin, the wool heavy against your chest. The air smells of coal smoke and wet iron. You are not afraid. You are resolved. This is the way you have been taught. The city stretches out before you, a lattice of grey stone and rising steam. The spires of the old cathedral pierce the fog, thin as needles. You look up at...

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