The Distant Legend
The sound of the glass shattering was not a crash but a sigh, a long, thin exhalation that seemed to tear the very fabric of the air in the throne room, leaving behind a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, a pressure that I recognized instantly as the precursor to a violence that was entirely internal, entirely spiritual, and yet so visceral it felt...
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