The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

My fingers were already black with ink when I heard the school bell across the valley, a dull clang that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots. I was scrubbing the salt crust from the clay tablet, the one that bore the complaint about the missing fish, when the wall behind me began to weep. It is a simple thing, this bleeding; the plaster turns the color of dried blood, then darkens...

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