The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

I counted the stitches in the lining of my coat before I woke, a nervous habit that had taken root since the last audit, each thread a small debt I could not yet afford to pay. I was in the dream again, the one where the air tasted of copper and old pennies, and in my hand I held Clara’s, severed at the wrist, the bone white and slick, pulsing with a rhythm that was not quite a heartbeat but...

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