The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The needle slid through the grey wool with a resistance that felt less like fabric and more like skin, the thud of the bobbin marking the second hour of my shift in the Oakhaven Textile Mill. I was twelve years old, though in the mill, age was a fluid concept, measured only in the number of hours one could endure the heat and the noise before the body began to fail. My tunic, a coarse, frayed...

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