The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The station master wiped his hands on his apron. He looked at the clock. It was late. "You have your papers?" he asked. Marcus held out the folder. His hands shook. The leather was cracked. It had been with him for twenty years. The clerk took the folder. He opened it. He did not look up. "Case number?" the clerk asked. "Seventeen," Marcus said. The clerk nodded. He turned a page. "You know the...

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