The Golden Echoes
The glass in the atrium of St. Jude’s Institute for Advanced Behavioral Sciences did not shatter; it exploded. It erupted in a constellation of diamonds, raining down upon the polished marble floor with a sound like a thousand silent screams. Elias stood in the center of the debris, his hands hanging loose at his sides, trembling not from fear, but from the sudden, violent release of a pressure...
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