The Faded Dust
The glass shattered not with a crash but with a scream, a high-pitched keen that tore through the sterile, humming air of the suburban living room and into the marrow of twelve-year-old Elias Thorne’s bones. The window, which had been the only barrier between the suffocating safety of their home and the chaotic, burning world outside, dissolved into a million glittering teeth, biting into the...
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