The Pale Fracture
The building did not have a name, only a designation, a string of alphanumeric codes etched into the slate facade in letters that seemed to shift and rearrange themselves when viewed from the corner of one’s eye, a structure that rose from the mist like a broken tooth or a jagged scar in the earth, and I stood before it with the heavy, iron taste of fear in my mouth, my hands trembling not from...
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