The Pale Shadows
The glass shattered not with a sharp, singular crack, but with a long, agonizing groan that seemed to tear the very fabric of the air in the Grand Hall of the Imperial Railway Exchange, a sound so loud and visceral that it silenced the hum of the thousand electric lamps hanging from the vaulted ceiling like frozen tears of mercury, leaving only the dust motes dancing in the beams of light and...
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