The Faded Paradox
The glass shattered. It did not break silently. It exploded into a thousand diamonds on the kitchen floor of the Victorian house, catching the grey afternoon light. Margaret stood still. Her hand was empty. The vase was gone. She looked at the shards. They were blue. A deep, bruised indigo. She had bought them at the estate sale in November. Cheap things. Broken things. She had put them...
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