The Pale Fracture
The seal is red. It sits on the white paper like a wound. You hold the pen. The ink is black. It is thick. It moves slow. You are in the office. The walls are gray. The light is flat. You sign your name. The sound is a scratch. It is short. It is final. You look at the seal again. It is still red. It is still there. You do not feel anything. Your hands are steady. Your breath is calm. This is...
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