The Distant Affair
The glass did not shatter. It dissolved. That was the first thing that struck Elias Thorne, a man who had spent twenty years judging the structural integrity of bridges and the moral integrity of men. The pane in the front window of the magistrate’s house did not break with a crash or a spray of jagged teeth. It simply ceased to be solid. It turned to mist, then to dust, then to nothing,...
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