The Distant Nightmare

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The glass did not shatter. It liquefied. Elias stood in the center of the atrium, his shoes soaking up a puddle of iridescent liquid that had been the grand chandelier of the St. Jude’s Foundation a moment ago. The air tasted of ozone and old paper, a scent that belonged to libraries, not to the high-end charity gala he had attended for three years. Around him, the guests were not screaming....

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