The Faded Paradox
The glass shattered. Not with a bang. With a sigh. I stood in the smoke. The room was black. Not dark. Black. Like the inside of a closed eye. My hands shook. I held the shards. They cut. I did not care. Blood ran down my wrists. It mixed with the dust. "Put it down," said the voice. It was a woman. Her name was Elara. She wore a grey coat. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of coal and old...
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