The Faded Masquerade
The glass shattered before the sound reached us, a sudden, violent explosion of light and debris that tore through the quiet of the university library. I stood there, frozen, my hand still outstretched toward the spine of a book, while the air around me filled with the sharp, metallic taste of broken silence. It was not a metaphor. It was not a dream. The window, which had looked out over the...
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