The Faded Guest
The plate slipped from your hand and shattered against the marble floor, the sound sharp enough to cut the laughter in the dining room. You stood there, frozen, watching the porcelain shards scatter like teeth, while your wife, Elara, watched you with an expression that had grown too still, too watchful, over the last few months. The dinner party was meant to celebrate her recovery, a nervous...
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