The Faded Quadrant
The mirror is cracked. You see it first in the corner. A thin, white vein of glass. It runs like a river on a map. You stare. You do not blink. The light in the room is gray. It is the color of old ash. You live in the basement. The walls breathe. You feel the dampness in your teeth. You are a detective. You work for the Bureau of Anomalies. It is a small office. It sits above a bakery in...
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