The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The room smells of ozone and stale lavender. You sit at the edge of the bed. The sheets are white. Too white. They look like snow. Or bone. You do not sleep. You have not slept in days. The light from the window is gray. It does not change. It is always noon. It is always night. It is a fixed point. A trap. You are a scholar of the old words. You spent your life decoding symbols. You thought...

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