The Faded Photograph
The glass broke first, not with a dramatic shatter, but with a wet, sickening crunch that echoed through the vaulted ceiling of the Assessor’s Hall like a bone giving way under the weight of a cart. It was a small thing, a shard of crystal no larger than a thumbnail, but it struck the floor with such finality that it silenced the low, droning hum of the crowd. In the center of the room,...
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