The Faded Paradox
"Did you see the crack?" I looked up. The glass was there. A thin white line, spidering across the surface of the mirror. It started at the top left, near the frame’s carved corner. It ended near my eye. "I see it," I said. My voice sounded thin. The room was quiet. The silence was heavy. It pressed against my ears. The mirror was old. It was from the estate. My grandfather’s. We had bought it...
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