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Chapter 30: Smoke at the Glassworks
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2026-03-31 21:27:02For half a second, nobody moved.
It wasn’t bravery. It was disbelief.
Then the sprinklers hissed overhead, and reality came down in cold, pounding sheets.
“Out!” Mireille shouted. “Everybody out!”
The lights strobe red. Machines began to slow, then shut down with a dying whine. Somewhere, glass cracked. That sound always made my teeth hurt.
I jumped off the platform and ran toward the corridor that led to the packaging area. Smo
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