The Pale Verdict
The glass did not break; it shattered, a precise and terrible geometry of white light that exploded across the stainless steel table of the sterile, humming laboratory, and Elias Thorne stood frozen in the center of the debris, his hands still raised in the air as if he had been the one to throw the object, though he knew with the cold, absolute certainty of a man who has long since ceased to...
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