The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Tirunesh Alemu hammers the nail into the splintered wood of the ferry gate, her breath a white plume in the chill that rises from the cellar below the market square. The wood is wet, swollen with the damp that seeps up from the quarry lakes fenced around the town, and the hammer bounces off the grain before she drives it home. She is thirty-four, a scholar of local history, but today she is a...

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