The Faded Apartment
The glass was not broken, it was fractured, a web of hairline cracks that ran through the pane like the dry riverbeds of a desert seen from a great height, and I stood before it in the sterile, humming silence of the containment unit, my fingers hovering inches from the surface, feeling the faint, electric resistance of the barrier that separated my world from the one that had swallowed my...
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