The Distant Journey
The glass shattered. Not loudly. Not with a crash that would have shaken the dust from the high ceiling beams. It broke with a soft, internal sigh. A hairline fracture. Then a web. Then the collapse. Elias stared at the shards. They lay on the sterile white tile floor of the intake bay. A mosaic of transparent failure. He did not move. His hands, steady during the procedure, now trembled in his...
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