The Golden Song
The glass broke before I woke. I felt it first as a vibration in the floorboards, a shudder that ran up through the soles of my feet and into my bones. Then the sound. A sharp, crystalline tear that echoed in the small, drafty room. I sat up, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. I reached for the object on the bedside table. It was gone....
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