The Distant Summer
The glass shattered. It was not a loud sound, at least not in the way the thunder outside was loud. It was a sharp, bright crack that split the air in the observation deck. I watched the shards fall. They scattered across the polished marble floor like frozen stars. My heart hammered against my ribs. A physical ache. The kind you feel when a bone breaks. I am a technician. My name is Elias. I...
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