One piece of broken glass. The sweat is pooling above my brow. Where did it come from...? It couldn't have fallen from the ceiling. There's no windows. No mirrors. Just a singular piece of glass. And I see my reflection. And then I fall.
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One piece of broken glass. The sweat is pooling above my brow. Where did it come from...? It couldn't have fallen from the ceiling. There's no windows. No mirrors. Just a singular piece of glass. And I see my reflection. And then I fall.