The Faded Ruin
The glass did not break. It simply ceased to be whole. Mara stood in the center of the white room. The silence was not empty. It was heavy. It pressed against her eardrums. It hummed with a low, electric thrum. The walls were seamless. There were no corners. There were no shadows. There was only the light. A pale, surgical light that offered no warmth. It exposed everything. It hid nothing. She...
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