The Distant Wound
The glass shattered. It did not break with a crash, but with a high, thin shriek that tore through the sterile air of the laboratory. I watched the fragments dance in the harsh fluorescent light, a constellation of sharp, clear points falling onto the steel table. They did not stop. They kept moving, a slow, deliberate scattering, defying the gravity that should have claimed them. My name is...
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