The Wistful Asylum
The ceramic owl shattered before the ambulance arrived. It did not fall. It exploded. A sonic boom of white shards erupted from the center of the kitchen table, spraying fragments across the linoleum, into the open refrigerator, and across the floor where seven-year-old Elias stood frozen, his hands still raised in the gesture of a failed throw. The air smelled of ozone and broken clay. His...
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