The Wistful Voyage
The glass shattered. It did not explode with the violence of a bomb, nor did it shatter with the clean, mathematical precision of a surgical instrument. It simply gave way. A spiderweb of white fractures bloomed across the pane, spreading outward from the center like frost on a winter window, and then, with a sigh of escaping air, the fragments fell. They tumbled into the dust of the attic...
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