The Faded Alibi
The glass did not break. It shattered, which is a different thing entirely. One implies a clean fracture, a single point of failure. The other is a disintegration, a sudden release of tension that turns a solid object into a cloud of dangerous, glittering dust. I stood in the center of the cellar, my hands still raised as if I had thrown the bottle, though I had not. My wife, Elara, was gone....
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