The Wistful Asylum
The glass in the central window of the Hall of Justice did not shatter with a sound that you would expect from a thing so heavy and so thick, but rather with a high, thin shriek that cut through the humid air of the courtroom like a needle through silk, scattering a constellation of diamonds across the polished oak floor where the jury sat, their faces frozen in a mask of polite, detached...
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