The Distant Legend
The glass shatters against the kitchen tile, a sound like a bone snapping in the quiet dark. You stand there, frozen, the shards glittering under the harsh fluorescent light of the refrigerator. The smell of spilled milk is thick, cloying, a white fog rising from the floorboards. You look at your hands. They are trembling, not from fear, but from a vibration that seems to come from the walls...
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