The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The frost bit deep into the pavement. Margaret stood before the glass. The reflection stared back. It was her own face, but wrong. Cracked. Like the windshield of a car after a stone. She touched the pane. Cold. She pulled her hand away. The city hummed outside. A low, mechanical drone. It vibrated in her teeth. She lived on the fourteenth floor. The view was supposed to be beautiful. From this...

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