The Wistful Throne
The glass does not break; it exhales. You are standing in a corridor that stretches out before you with the terrifying, geometric precision of a modern hospital wing, but the floor is not linoleum; it is a sheet of ice so clear that you can see the dark, churning waters of the Atlantic far below, pressing up against the ice with a patient, muscular strength that threatens to shatter the surface...
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