The Pale Door
The glass chalice shattered against the cobblestones of the Bridge of Sighs not with a sound that echoed, but with a silence that sucked the air out of the lungs of everyone standing within ten paces, a vacuum of noise that felt more violent than the crash itself, leaving in its wake a mist of diamond-dust shards that glittered in the perpetual twilight of the city like the frozen tears of a...
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