The Faded Frontier
"The glass is cracked, Margaret. It is cracked down the center, right through the seal, and if you look closely, you can see the light bleeding through it like a slow hemorrhage, turning the blue of the afternoon into a bruised and sickly violet that stains the floorboards where the sun used to be safe and golden and whole, but now it is fractured into a dozen jagged shards of reflection that...
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