The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass did not shatter; it dissolved, a sudden and violent exhalation of the world’s rigid certainty, leaving us standing in a void that smelled of ozone and ancient, dried lavender. I was not merely an observer of this collapse, for I was the architecture itself, my bones the load-bearing walls of the Spire, my breath the wind that sang through its crystalline spandrels, and when the Great...

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