The Faded Ruin
The air tasted of ozone and old paper. I held the shard. It was jagged. Cold. It cut my palm. I did not pull away. The pain was good. It was real. The walls hummed. A low frequency. It vibrated in my teeth. I stood in the center of the room. The room was white. Too white. The light had no source. It came from everywhere. It came from nowhere. It hurt my eyes. I blinked. The world stayed. My...
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