The Wistful Skyline

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The glass of the atrium did not shatter; it sang. It was a high, thin note, sustained and trembling, like a violin string pulled too taut by a hand that no longer knew how to stop. Margaret stood in the center of the rotunda, her hands pressed flat against the cool, smooth stone of the balustrade, watching the web of fractures spread outward from the point where the chandelier had struck the...

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