The Glass Nursery
The world ended not with a bang, but with a hum. I remember the day the adults stopped. I was eight years old, sitting in my classroom, watching Mrs. Gable write a long division problem on the chalkboard. Then, she just... froze. Her chalk snapped. She stayed there, arm outstretched, eyes wide and vacant, like a photograph of a person. Within ten minutes, it happened to everyone. My father in...
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