The Golden Crossing
The glass did not shatter in the way one expects glass to shatter, with a sharp, crystalline shriek that freezes the air and sends a rain of diamonds dancing onto the cobblestones of the street, but rather it failed, softly, like a lung that has given up the struggle to fill, like a bridge whose iron cables have rusted through and surrendered to the weight of their own history, collapsing...
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