The Distant Affair
The glass was cracked. Not shattered, not broken, but fractured. A single, jagged line ran from the top left corner down to the center. It looked like a vein. It looked like a scar. Elias stared at it. He adjusted his spectacles. The light in the workshop was dim. Dust motes danced in the beam. He was a glazier. He fixed windows. He had fixed windows for forty years. This window was different....
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