The Faded Dust
The glass shatters. Not all at once. A single pane gives way first, a high, sharp shriek that cuts through the morning fog. Then the rest follows. It is a sound like teeth breaking. You watch the debris fall. It tumbles onto the wet pavement, glittering in the gray light. This is the end of the building. It is the end of your world. You are still standing on the sidewalk. Your boots are soaked....
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