The Pale Fracture
The ink bled. Mara stared at the sheet. It was blue. Always blue. The office hummed. A low, electric drone. Fluorescent lights buzzed. She adjusted her cuff. The paper lay flat. White before. Now stained. She picked up the pen. The tip was dry. She dipped it again. The well was full. Dark. Viscous. She wrote a single word. *Stop.* The letters swelled. The paper pulsed. A ripple ran through the...
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