The Distant Metropolis
The shatter was not a sound but a frequency, a high-pitched tear in the atmospheric pressure that Margot felt first in the marrow of her teeth and then in the deep, vibrating silence of the sealed laboratory. The glass did not break; it unmade itself, dissolving into a million suspended diamonds that hung in the stagnant air of the sub-basement, catching the harsh fluorescent light and...
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