The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream began with the sound of rain on tin. It was a sharp, percussive rhythm. *Tap. Tap. Tap.* It echoed in the narrow hallway of the old estate. Margot stood still. Her breath was shallow. She held a glass of water. It was cold. It was clear. It trembled in her hand. She was in the hall. The hall was long. The walls were high. They were painted a faded blue. The carpet was thick. It was...

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