The Wistful Skyline
The incident began not with a bang, but with the smell of burnt copper and the sudden, violent shattering of the glass partition that separated the intake lobby from the secure holding area, a catastrophic breach that sent shards of tempered safety glass raining down onto the polished obsidian floors like a sudden, crystalline hailstorm. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the chaos, his hands...
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