The Distant Garden
The glass shattered not with a sound like breaking, but with a sound like a gasp, a long, wet inhalation that sucked the air out of the room and left a vacuum where the silence used to be. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the Department of Anomalous Textiles, her hands still raised as if she had thrown the object, though it had slipped from her grasp, or perhaps it had simply decided to...
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