The Pale Tower
The first fracture in the glass arrived not with a sound, but with a silence so profound it seemed to swallow the ambient hum of the university’s climate control system. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of his laboratory, a space that smelled of ozone, old paper, and the faint, metallic tang of cooling electronics, and watched as the hairline crack spider-webbed across the surface of...
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