The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the corridor tasted of ozone and wet wool, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled into the crevices of my skin, and I walked with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my coat, feeling the rough, pilling fabric against my palms, aware that the movement was a small, defiant act against the gravity that seemed to pull at my shoulders with increasing...

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