The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wall hummed. It was a low, wet sound. Like a cat in the throat of the house. Margaret pressed her palm against the plaster. It was cold. It was damp. It was alive. "Stop it," she whispered. The wall did not stop. It shuddered. A crack ran down the center. It was pale. It was thin. It looked like a vein under skin. Margaret stepped back. Her shoes scuffed the concrete. She was tired. Her...

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