The Pale Fracture
The city hums. It is a low, sick sound. Like a dog with a bone it cannot swallow. You are here. You are a broker of silence. That is your trade. You sell quiet to the loud. You sell dark to the bright. It is a good business. It is the only business left. The walls are breathing. You feel it in your teeth. A slow, rhythmic pulse. The plaster is soft. It gives under your fingertips. It is warm....
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