The Faded Ruin
The jar shattered on the linoleum. It was a small sound. A wet, sharp crack. The glass spread like a star. The contents spilled out. They were white. They were chalky. They were the teeth of the old world. Elara stared at the mess. Her hands trembled. She did not pick up the shards. She stepped back. Her heel ground a piece of glass into the floor. A thin red line appeared on her ankle. She did...
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