The Distant Wound
The glass broke before the shouting started. It was a small pane, set high in the corridor of the detention block. It shattered inward, spraying a mist of cold, glittering shards across the concrete floor. Elias stared at the hole. It looked like a jagged mouth trying to scream. He didn't blink. He stood very still, his hands at his sides, feeling the vibration of the building hum through the...
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