The Distant Blade
The glass shattered not with a sound, but with a silence so profound it sucked the air from the room. Elias stood in the center of the white-tiled infirmary, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, violent absence of the thing he had held. The mirror, once a perfect square of silvered truth, was now a constellation of shards, scattered across the linoleum like broken stars. In...
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