The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The watch stopped at 04:00. Silence. Total. Elias stared at the dial. The second hand twitched. Stopped. He tapped the case. Brass. Cold. A hairline crack ran through the crystal. Not broken. Shattered from the inside. Or so it seemed. He was late. The briefing room smelled of ozone and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hummed. A low, electric drone. It vibrated in Elias’s teeth. Commander Vane...

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