The Golden Scar
The glass shattered. Not with a crash. It broke in silence. A thousand shards. They fell like snow. They fell like rain. They fell on the floor. They fell on the table. They fell on the hands. Elias watched. He did not blink. He did not move. His hands were still. His hands were clean. The glass was the mirror. The mirror was the sky. The sky was the law. The law was broken. "Is it done?" The...
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