The Pale Fracture
The pain in my left knee has become a distinct architectural feature of my existence, a jagged stone in the foundation of my days that I must navigate with the careful, deliberate grace of a man walking through a minefield that only he can see. I sit now in the sterile, white-walled office of the Department of Structural Integrity, a room that smells of ozone and old paper, looking at the man...
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