The Faded Guest
The porcelain cup in your hand shatters not with a sharp, piercing crack that would announce its violence to the room, but with a dull, wet thud, as if the bone of the earth itself has broken, and you watch, with the detached horror of a man observing his own autopsy, as the intricate blue floral pattern of the heirloom piece disintegrates into jagged, white shards that scatter across the...
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