The Pale Verdict
The crack in the glass was already there when you walked in. A hairline fracture, spidering out from the center of the intake monitor like a vein of white quartz in dark slate. You didn’t notice it at first. You were too busy apologizing. "Sorry, sorry, the elevator was down again. I know. I know." Your shoes squeaked on the polished concrete. The air in the Hall of Records smelled of ozone and...
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