The Distant Ghost
The glass was already fractured before the light touched it, a web of silver veins spreading across the surface like the capillaries of a dying leaf. "Dr. Ashworth, the spectral resonance is unstable," said the junior archivist, his voice thin and trembling against the heavy silence of the vault. He stood by the perimeter, hands clasped behind his back, watching the artifact with the wary...
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