The Pale Echo
The glass in the foyer of the Blackwood estate had not merely broken; it had exploded outward in a radial shatter that defied the physics of a simple impact, leaving a web of jagged fractures that still trembled with a low, subsonic hum, a vibration that Elias Thorne felt in the marrow of his teeth rather than heard with his ears. He stood in the center of the debris field, his badge clutched...
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