The Pale Fracture
The morning light had already stripped the color from the Spire’s facade by the time Chioma Nwosu arrived, leaving only the stark, white geometry of the crack that split the central pillar. She remembered the day the surveyors came to mark the land for sale, their stakes biting into the soft earth near the well, a well that had changed owners three times in her lifetime. It was a detail she...
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