The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink on the surveying rod was still wet when Mara coughed, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to tear from the very center of her chest. I wiped my hands on my trousers, trying to ignore the crimson smear on the floorboards, and turned back to the map spread across the kitchen table. It was the Year of the Iron Wall, and the state had decided that the boundary between our district and the...

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