The Pale Fracture
The moss on the ceiling of the observation cell did not grow upward. It grew down, thick and velvety, like a heavy curtain drawn across the sky, absorbing the light from the single, buzzing halogen bulb until the room felt less like a place of confinement and more like a lung filled with fluid. I watched it for three days. It was the only thing in the Facility that seemed to be alive, the only...
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