The Faded Paradox
The shattering of the mirror did not happen with a sound so much as it happened with a silence so profound it swallowed the noise of the breaking glass, a hush that fell over the ancient, stone-paved streets of the city where the fog clung to the cobblestones like a second skin, thick and gray and smelling of wet iron and old rot. You are standing there, you know this with the bone-deep...
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