The Distant Joke
The glass did not shatter; it exploded, a sudden, violent eruption of silica that caught the satellite uplink’s red light and scattered it across the rain-slicked courtyard of the Lombardi estate. My left hand was still trembling, the degenerative nerve condition that the medical board had kindly labeled "combat stress" making my fingers feel like they were made of wet paper and iron filings,...
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