The Distant Blade
The glass did not shatter with a sound, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a quiet detonation that scattered the face of my wife, Elena, into a thousand iridescent shards across the dusty floor of our apartment. I stood before the mantel in the blue half-light of the early morning, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sudden,...
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