The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Sakura Yoshida asked if the wall was still there, her voice thin against the roar of the night bus shifting gears in the distance. The question hung in the damp air of the root cellar, smelling of wet limestone and the stale, metallic tang of the child’s inhaler that had sat unused for weeks, its insurance long since lapsed. She was twelve, small enough to fit between the stone pillars, but the...

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