The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The water had already risen to the second-floor landing before I realized the door was stuck. I was shouting at Mr. Abernathy, my voice cracking against the humid air of the hallway, asking him why he was locking us in while the reservoir breached the foundation, but he didn’t look at me. He was looking at the wall, at the plaster where the damp had started to bloom like a pale, fungal skin,...

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