The Golden Scar
You are standing in the kitchen, holding a porcelain plate that has shattered into three distinct, jagged pieces, and you are trying to remember if you dropped it or if it simply decided to cease existing, because the air in this house is so thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone that it has become impossible to distinguish between the physical world and the one that has been leaking in...
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