The Distant Metropolis
The glass did not break so much as it dissolved into a thousand screaming shards, a sudden and violent eruption of silence that turned the air in the sealed room into a jagged, glittering storm, scattering the light from the single, dying bulb in a way that felt less like an accident and more like a deliberate, cruel act of anatomy. I stood there, suspended in the debris of my own making,...
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