The Faded Dust
The house held its breath in the blue twilight, a cathedral of glass and steel that had once been the pinnacle of architectural triumph but now stood as a monument to the quiet erosion of human certainty, and you stood at the center of the atrium, the floor beneath your feet a mosaic of fractured mirrors that reflected not your face but the infinite, dilating void of your own history, where the...
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