The Pale Fracture
Mara, the ventilation system is humming again. I looked up from the drafting table, my pen hovering over the vellum, the nib trembling just enough to break the line of the foundation wall. The hum was a low, wet vibration that started in the floorboards and traveled up through the soles of my shoes, settling in the hollow of my chest. It was the sound of the building breathing, a rhythmic...
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