The Faded Apartment
The mirror cracks down the middle with a sound like a gunshot, and you are still holding the heavy brass frame, your knuckles white, your breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps that hurt your ribs. The glass is not just broken; it is shattered into a thousand jagged shards that catch the dim light of the room and throw it back in chaotic, staccato bursts. You stand there, frozen in the center...
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