The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Act I The ash fell like grey snow, settling on the shoulders of the dead before they were even cold. Opal Gault stood alone in the estuary, the water black and still around her ankles, the ferry crossing abandoned three days ago when the last passenger refused to pay the toll. She clutched her mother’s final ration card against her chest, the cardboard stiff with damp and the ghost of lard. It...

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