The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass was cold. It was always cold. I held it in my hands, feeling the sharp edge against my palm, a thin line of pain that reminded me I was still here, still breathing, still trapped inside the walls of the institute. The room was small. The walls were thick. The air tasted of dust and old paper. Outside, the rain hammered against the windowpane, a relentless, rhythmic beating that...

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