The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass shattered. Not broke. Shattered. Marek stood in the center of the office. The ceiling light hummed. It was a low, electric buzz. He heard it in his teeth. He heard it in his bones. The shards lay on the carpet. They glittered like dead stars. He did not move. He did not blink. His hands were at his sides. They were open. They were empty. The air tasted of ozone. It tasted of copper....

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