The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wall breathed. It was a subtle thing, a rhythmic expansion and contraction of the plaster that could only be felt if one pressed a palm flat against the cold, damp surface of the holding cell, a sensation that was less like the vibration of a machine and more like the slow, labored heave of a lung that had forgotten how to rest, a phantom pulse that seemed to originate not from the stone...

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