The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

I Tao Zheng scraped the pale fluid from the baseboard with a chisel, the metal biting into the stone with a sound like a bone snapping. The substance was viscous, cold, and smelled faintly of iron and old paper. It pooled in the cracks of the foundation, glowing with a dull, sickly luminescence that seemed to pulse in time with his own heartbeat. He was thirty-two, a junior archivist in the...

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