The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The crack ran through the porcelain bowl like a river delta seen from a great height, splitting the white glaze into jagged, irreparable territories. I held it in my hands, the cold ceramic biting into my palms, and watched the fissure widen as if the air itself were pushing against the integrity of the vessel. It was not a dramatic shattering, no explosive crash that would have signaled a...

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