The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass was thin. It had always been thin. I held it to the light, a sliver of pale quartz, no thicker than a fingernail. It hummed. Not with sound. With weight. My name is Elias Thorne. I am the Keeper. The room was white. Not the white of snow. Not the white of bone. The white of a void. A sterile, humming, absolute nothingness. The walls breathed. Or seemed to. The air tasted of ozone and...

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