The Pale Fracture
The bell rings. You run. Your lungs burn. The air tastes like copper and ozone. It is always copper. It is always ozone. You are in the Hall. The Hall has no ceiling. The light comes from everywhere. The light is white. The light is wrong. You see the others. They are standing. They are still. They are looking at you. You do not stop. You cannot stop. To stop is to be seen. To be seen is to be...
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