The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The glass broke. Not with a sound. With a shudder. Silas watched the reflection shatter. Pieces of his face floated in the air. Eyes. Nose. Mouth. They hung like suspended dust. He did not scream. He reached out. His fingers brushed the void. Cold. So cold. The shop smelled of beeswax and old dust. The clock ticked. One. Two. Silas was a mirror maker. The best in the valley. Or so he thought....

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