The Distant Nightmare

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The glass shatters in your hand. Not all at once. It does not explode in a bright, sudden starburst of noise and panic. It weeps. It cracks along a hairline fracture that has been widening for weeks, for months, perhaps for years. You feel the cold bite of the fragments against your palm, the sharp, intimate pain of it. You do not drop it. You hold it. You squeeze it. You let the splinters sink...

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