The Faded Paradox
The mirror broke first. Not with a bang. With a sigh. A long, exhalatory groan of glass surrendering to its own weight. It stood in the corner of the attic, a tall, ornate thing of gilded wood and silvered glass. I watched the fracture spread. It did not shatter. It peeled. Layers of silver flaking away like dead skin. The reflection in it faded. My face vanished. Then the room vanished. Only...
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