The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream was always the same. A vast, white room with no corners, where the air tasted of ozone and old paper. In the center stood a single, towering oak, its bark peeling away in long, pale strips like dead skin. I watched as the tree shed its leaves, not falling to the ground but rising, dissolving into the static that filled the upper reaches of the ceiling. It was beautiful in the way that...

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