The Distant Clue
The mirror broke first. Not with a sound, but with a silence so profound it swallowed the room. I stood in the center of the chamber, my hands still raised as if I had thrown it, though I had touched nothing. The glass did not fall to the floor. It hovered, suspended in the air, a thousand shards of silver and gray, rotating slowly in a wind that did not exist. I was the Investigator. That was...
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