The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink on the page was not black. It was the grey of a bruise, and it moved. I held the *Codex Umbra* under the gaslight, the leather cover warm against my palms, and watched the letters shift. Clara had left that morning. Her suitcase was gone from the hall closet, the lock clicked shut with a finality that echoed in the empty rooms. She had not screamed. She had not thrown a single glass....

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