The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The door does not open. It recedes. You stand in the Threshold. The air tastes of ozone and old paper. You are leaving. You always leave. Behind you, the city hums a low, sick note. It is a sound you have learned to ignore. A sound of lungs filling and emptying. Of breath. You hold the fracture. It is a shard of glass. No. It is not glass. It is a splinter of the world’s edge. Pale. White. It...

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