The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bottle shattered. Not with a bang. A crack. A split. The glass hung in the air. I watched it. Red liquid spilled. It hit the floor. It hit my shoes. I did not move. My hands were empty. My hands were clean. Dr. Thorne stood across the room. He held a clipboard. His face was a mask. Cold. White. Stone. "You broke it," he said. His voice was flat. No anger. No fear. Just fact. "I did not," I...

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