The Wistful Show
The glass shattered. Not a crack. A shattering. The pane on the third floor of the Ministry of Cultural Integrity exploded inward, spraying the room with glittering shards. Elias Vance stood in the center of the chaos. He did not flinch. He did not cover his face. He simply watched the light fracture through the debris. It was beautiful. It was terrifying. He had thrown the vase. It was not...
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