The Golden Echoes
The glass shattered not with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, exhalation-like sound that seemed to suck the air out of the sterile, humming corridor of the university administration building. You watched the fragments of the antique vase, the one that had sat in the center of the Dean’s office for forty years, scatter across the polished oak floor, each shard catching the fluorescent light...
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