The Golden Greenhouse
The glass shatters not with a sound like breaking, but with a sound like screaming, a high-pitched, continuous wail that drills directly into the marrow of your bones before you even register the fracture spreading across the pane of the sanctuary window, a web of crystalline spider-legs that turns the golden light of the afternoon into a thousand jagged, blinding shards that slice the air into...
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