The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

In the dream, the sky was not a sky but a ceiling, a vast, white expanse that hummed with the low, electric thrum of a machine too large to comprehend. Margot stood in the center of it, her feet suspended over a void that smelled of ozone and old paper. She was wearing the coat. It was a long thing, charcoal wool, cut in a style that belonged to no decade, heavy with the weight of winters she...

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