The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rust-colored sap wept from the ceiling joists, dripping onto the floorboards with a wet, rhythmic slap. Mara wiped it away with a rag, her hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the debt. The house was bleeding. It had been bleeding for three days, ever since the doctor told her her mother’s lungs were failing and the next bill would be four thousand dollars....

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