The Pale Fracture
The collapse was not a sound. It was a vibration that traveled up through the soles of my boots, a low-frequency hum that resonated in the marrow of my shins and settled into the base of my skull. I stood in the center of the atrium, the great glass dome above us fracturing into a spiderweb of white lines, and I felt nothing but a profound, clinical detachment. This was the end of the Meridian...
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