The Faded Dust
The glass of the window is not a barrier but a mirror, and you are trapped inside it, looking out at a world that has long since ceased to reflect your presence. You stand in the center of the room, a vast, cavernous space within the old textile mill that has been converted into a gallery of forgotten things, your breath fogging the cold surface until the reflection blurs and then sharpens...
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