The Pale Tale
The chandelier in the atrium of the Whitmore Institute for Social Correction did not fall; it dissolved. It was a structural impossibility, a violation of the very physics that governed the iron girders and the gaslit corridors, yet there it was, a cascade of crystal and silver wire unraveling into mist before the eyes of the intake officers. Margaret stood at the center of the swirling debris,...
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