The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The dream was always the same. A glass floor. Below, a void of absolute black. I stood in heels, thin-soled, dangerous. I looked down. I saw my own face staring back, distorted, trapped in the reflection. It smiled. I did not. I stepped. The glass held. It held because I was afraid. I woke in the suite. The air conditioning hummed. A low, electronic thrum. It was the sound of the server farm...

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