The Pale Fracture
You are standing in the lobby of the Meridian Processing Center, holding a manila folder that feels heavier than paper should, and you are trying to remember the name of the woman you are waiting for, the one who promised to teach you how to keep the lights from flickering when the city outside goes dark, the one who told you that if you just follow the lines, if you just stay within the pale,...
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