The Pale Fracture
The smell of the institution is a specific kind of damp, a mixture of boiled starch, chemical disinfectant, and the faint, sweet rot of things left too long in the sun, and you have learned to breathe it in through your mouth rather than your nose because the air is thick with the weight of unspoken agreements. You stand at the edge of the long table in the central hall, a place that was once a...
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