The Distant Legend
The wall cracked first. A thin, white line. It ran from the ceiling down to the baseboard. Like a vein. I stared at it. My name was Mara. I worked in the records room. The building shook. Dust fell. It settled on my desk. On my hands. I did not move. I waited. The shaking stopped. The silence was loud. It pressed against my ears. I looked around. The room was empty. Then I saw it. The window....
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