The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The room smells of iron and old rain. You are inside. The walls are stone, rough and cold to the touch. They do not breathe. They do not blink. They simply are. You press your hand against them. The stone is warm. It has always been warm. You know this. You have always known this. You are here for the work. The work is the room. The room is the work. You are the stone. You are the mortar. You...

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