The Pale Fracture
The mirror cracked first. It was a hairline fracture, pale and jagged, running from the frame to the glass. It did not shatter. It held. Thomas stood before it, his hand hovering, trembling not from fear but from the sudden, crushing weight of the air in the room. The house was silent. A heavy, suffocating silence that pressed against his eardrums like deep water. He looked at his reflection....
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