The Faded Ruin
The glass shatters before the sound arrives. You are standing in the center of the atrium. Your hands are full of shards. They cut into your palms. You do not feel it. You only look. The light from the skylight hits the broken pane. It fractures. It rains down. White dust. Sharp edges. Silence. Then the noise. A roar. Not a crash. A roar. Like a beast waking. The security guards are already...
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