The Distant Legend
The glass didn't shatter. It dissolved. I watched the pane of the observation window turn to a fine, glittering mist, drifting into the sterile air of the corridor like a breath released from a dying lung. It was a Tuesday. I know this because the shift change had just occurred, the heavy steel door behind me clanging shut with the finality of a coffin lid. My name is Elias Thorne, and I was...
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