The Wistful Silence

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The air tasted of copper and ozone. It was a sharp, metallic bite that coated the back of the throat. Elias stood on the precipice of the glass shelf. Below him, the void was not empty. It was full of eyes. Thousands of them. They blinked in unison. The light was blinding. White. Pure. He tightened his grip on the vial. It was small. Blue glass. Cold against his palm. Inside, the liquid...

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