The Distant Journey
The ledger said four hundred and twelve shards. You counted them again, the glass cold and sharp against your fingertips, the weight of each fragment distinct in the paper bag. Four hundred and twelve. The number did not change, but the silence in the basement did. It pressed against your eardrums, a physical weight that had nothing to do with the air. You were Elias, forty-two, a junior...
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