The Pale Fracture
The weight of the morning was measured in grams of silence, a precise, clinical absence that pressed against the inside of your skull before the light did. You counted the seconds between the hum of the ventilation system and the red, unblinking stare of the surveillance drone hovering above the foot of your bed, its lens zooming in and out with the mechanical patience of a predator. Your hands...
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