The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

I woke with the taste of copper and rot in my mouth. The dream had been vivid, a recurring hallucination of a white room where the walls were made of compressed sugar, dissolving under the weight of my breath. In the dream, my sister, Elise, stood before me. She was small, translucent, her edges blurring into the milky haze. She held out a hand, fingers splayed, and in her palm lay a single,...

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