The Wistful Saga
The glass shattered before the light did. It was not a single pane but a whole wall, a membrane of transparency that held the sky back from the room. Elias watched the fragments fall. They did not hit the floor. They hung in the air, suspended by a gravity that no longer applied to them. He stood in the center of the room, holding his daughter’s hand. Mara’s fingers were cold. Her grip was...
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