The Pale Fracture
The dream was not of fire, nor of the shelling that had reduced the eastern suburbs of Leeds to a memory of ash and silence, but of the building itself, standing whole and immaculate in a world without shadows. In the dream, the glass of the Whitmore Industrial Archive did not reflect the grey sky; it absorbed the light, turning the interior into a blinding, sterile white where the air tasted...
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