The Golden Song
The glass shatters against the concrete, a bright, brittle explosion that cuts through the humid air of the alleyway. You do not flinch. You are already moving, your hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, vibrating intensity of the signal you are trying to send. The building stands before you, a monolith of reinforced steel and smart-glass, its facade pulsing with the soft, rhythmic...
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