The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The glass shattered. Not with a bang, but a sigh. A long, crystalline exhalation that filled the narrow room. Elara stood still. Dust motes danced in the slant of afternoon light. She held the shards. They cut her palm. She did not flinch. The mirror was gone. The reflection was gone. The factory floor stretched beyond the window. Iron and steam. The heart of the age beating in rhythm. Clank....

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