The Golden Crossing
The glass shattered not with a sound, but with a silence that sucked the air from the room. Elias watched the shards of the mirror fall. They did not clatter against the linoleum. They hovered, suspended in a stale, gray mist that had rolled in from the street outside, catching the fluorescent light of the precinct in jagged, diamond-like facets. He reached out, his fingers trembling, and...
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