The Faded Guest
The ice on the windowpane did not merely melt in the morning; it shattered, a crystalline explosion of tiny, jagged teeth that fell like a silent rain onto the sill, and I stood there, holding a single shard that had remained glued to the glass by some imperceptible thread of frost, feeling the cold bite into the pad of my thumb until the pain was the only thing that made sense, the only thing...
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