The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The fern was dying. I saw it in the margin of the quarterly report. A frond, curled inward like a fist. Green, but the wrong kind of green. Pale. Sick. I stared at it. The office hummed. Low frequency. The sound of air moving through vents. The sound of other people breathing. I am a clerk. I move numbers. I file forms. I sit in a chair that is too low. My back hurts. It has always hurt. My...

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