The Faded Guest
The mirror cracked. Not all at once. It split. A single hairline fracture ran from the glass to the frame. Then another. And another. The shards fell like rain. They hit the stone floor. They did not shatter further. They lay there. White. Cold. Silent. Thomas knelt. He picked up a piece. It cut his palm. He did not feel it. He only looked. The reflection was wrong. The face was his. But the...
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