The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The glass shatters. Not with a bang. With a scream. A high, thin shriek of silicon and light. You feel it in your teeth. In the marrow. The city holds its breath. Then, the cough. A dry, rattling exhalation from the vents. Smoke. Thin. Gray. It curls from the server racks. From the black monoliths in the basement. You are still. You are stone. You are the dust on the sill. The alarm does not...

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