The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The fern was dead, or at least it looked like it, curled into a tight, brittle fist of brown fronds on the desk in my corner of the sub-basement. I had brought it from my apartment three weeks ago, a pale green thing with the fragile, lacy architecture of something that belonged in a garden, not in a windowless room lit by the hum of fluorescent tubes. Now it was just dry weight. Just matter. I...

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