The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in Sector Four tastes of rust and ozone, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to wash away. You are sitting in the breakroom, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickening drone that vibrates in your teeth. On the table before you sits a small, ceramic pot. In it, a single stalk of fern unfurls, its fronds a vibrant, impossible green against the grey linoleum...

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