The Distant Affair

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The mortar shell hit the window before the sound arrived. Glass sprayed. Cold air rushed in. I did not move. I held the vial. It was heavy. It was warm. It was the only thing in the room that had not been shattered. The dust settled. I am a chemist. I understand bonds. I understand breakage. I know that when a structure fails, it does not do so gently. It shatters. The energy must go somewhere....

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