The crack appeared in the air along the side of the highway, near a stretch of road they called ‘The Deadly Curve.’ It made the trees behind it glow with an odd, sunset-colored light. It reminded him of the broken monitor on his desk.
He went to test his theory, sneaking passed the cops on guard duty. He picked up a rock and threw it at the crack. It made a ripple in the ‘air,’ and the damage expanded. He stared at the sky for a long time, knowing the boundary of his cage for the first time.

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