The Faded Road
The glass was cracked down the middle, a jagged white line running from the temple to the rim like a lightning strike frozen in time. You held it in your left hand, the shards pressing into your palm, and you did not drop it. You stood in the center of the town square, the cobblestones cold and damp under your shoes, and you watched the steam rise from the coffee that was no longer in the cup....
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