The Wistful Saga
The window shattered not with a bang, but with a high, thin shriek of glass tearing through the sterile air of the hospital room. David did not look up. He was sitting in the plastic chair, the one that creaked when he shifted his weight, watching a single sparrow navigate the narrow gap between the window frame and the emergency exit. The bird was frantic, its wings beating a rhythm that...
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