The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ceramic bowl sat on the steel table, its glaze fractured in a spiderweb of white lines that seemed to pulse in the sterile, windowless light of Ward Four. Elias, forty years old and hollowed out by the silence, stared at the grey nutrient paste that filled the vessel, his spoon hovering in the air like a bird waiting for a gust that would never come. He wanted, with a desperation that felt...

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