The Distant Journey

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The glass shattered not with a bang, but with a sigh, a sound like a leaf tearing off a branch in late autumn. You stood in the center of the refectory, the fragments of the stained-glass window raining down around you in shards of blue and gold, cutting the air into jagged, silent pieces. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the smell of beeswax and old stone. You did not flinch....

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