The Wistful Witness
The glass does not break; it shatters into a constellation of sharp, silent diamonds that scatter across the mahogany desk, each fragment catching the dying light of the afternoon and throwing fractured rainbows against the damp stone walls of the study, a chaotic geometry that you watch with the detached, clinical precision of a surgeon who has long since stopped caring whether the patient...
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