The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The coat was the only thing that fit. It had been a gift, years ago, from a supplier in the city, a man who smiled too wide and whose hands were stained with dyes that never quite washed out. The wool was heavy, a deep, bruised purple that had faded to the color of old bruises. I wore it every day. It was my skin. It was my armor. In the gray town of Oakhaven, where the fog rolled in from the...

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