The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The voices are louder today, Inspector. They say the soil is dry, but the water table is rising, and I am merely reporting the facts as the dead dictate them. I am not hallucinating. I am a licensed professional, and this office is a place of record, not of judgment. The inspector, a man named Halloway with a face like crumpled parchment, did not look at me. He looked at the desk, at the form I...

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