New stories about Cinderella - in the industrial twilight

In this version, Cinderella doesn’t lose a glass slipper — she loses a barcode. She lives in a city where angels only dare to walk on rooftops, and windows glow like unfinished promises. Her job is to archive forgotten objects: ticket stubs, half-erased labels, memories that cling to her skin like dust.
One night, while wiping the rust off an abandoned carriage, her dress dissolves into pulsing halftone patterns. No prince arrives — only a thin beam of light that recognizes her. In that glow, she understands she was never meant to be rescued. She was meant to shed everything that wasn’t truly hers.