The Faded Paradox
The glass did not shatter; it exploded, a sudden, violent bloom of shards that turned the afternoon light into a kaleidoscope of jagged stars. Arthur Vane, forty years old and stiff with the particular rigidity of a man who has spent two decades holding a gavel, stood in the center of his office in Oakhaven, the porcelain bird in his hand trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, acoustic...
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