The Golden Visit
The glass shatters before you do. It does not break with the sharp, percussive crack of a dropped cup or a broken window. It bursts outward in a silent, spherical explosion of prismatic light, a thousand shards suspended in the air like a frozen constellation, each fragment holding a sliver of the winter night. You stand in the center of the whiteout, the cold biting through your coat, and you...
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