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FRAGMENT•FRAGMENT 003
Something in the Glass
A small piece from the archive. A room, a reflection, and a future arriving too early.
The mirror was cracked before anyone brought it home.
That was the first thing she noticed.
Not the frame, though the frame was old. Not the dust, though it had gathered in every carved corner.
The crack was the thing. A thin bright fault line through the room, dividing what was from what had not happened yet.
End transmission.