The Distant Journey
The glass shatters against the pavement, a spiderweb of white fractures spreading beneath your boots. You do not flinch. You never flinch. The sound is sharp, a high-pitched shriek that cuts through the ambient hum of the city, but your attention is already elsewhere, locked onto the reflection that remains in the jagged shards. It is your own face, but it is wrong. The eyes are too wide, the...
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