The Distant Summer
The glass shattered. It did not break with a clean, singular fracture, but exploded outward in a thousand jagged shards that sprayed across the polished obsidian floor of the high chamber. The sound was a sharp, metallic scream, a violation of the heavy, suspended silence that had held the room for hours. Elara Vance did not flinch. She stood rigid, her hand still extended, the empty air where...
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