The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Immacolata Grieco was already on the stairs when the fog swallowed the bell, her hands black with the grease of the night bus’s changing gears, a smell that had worked its way into the wool of her coat and the skin of her palms, a scent of oil and damp wool that clung to her like a second, heavier skin. She was thirty-four years old, a former combat medic who had seen enough blood to know the...

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