The Faded Chronicle

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The glass was broken. Not shattered. Broken. A clean fracture running from the top left corner to the center. I stared at it. The reflection of my own face was split in two. One eye wide. One eye closed. I was holding the frame. My hands were shaking. "Did you see it?" I asked. No one answered. The room was empty. Or it seemed empty. The air was thick. It smelled of ozone and old paper. We were...

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