MASON WILLIAMS AND THE CELESTIAL SYSTEM

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The shop was filled with silence, and apart from the rasping breath of the store owner, the only noise came from the crowd who stood outside the store watching from the transparent glass; most of them had turned on their camera to video the scene but none interfered.

Mason's gaze pinned the store owner to the ground, and his aura suffocated him. The man could tell that Mason wasn't going to let him go until he completed his promise of either breaking his hand or his leg.

"Please, I made a mistake. Alright! I was foolish to throw a bottle at a child, and I regret it now, but please don't hurt my hand or my leg. I also have kids!” The man whimpered, crawling backward, but Mason's long stride closed in on the space, and when his eyes dropped to the man's leg, the owner shrieked. “Please don't do it; I'm the breadwinner of my family!” He yells in pain and frustration.

Mason raised his gaze to the man's pale face, mixed with sweat and tears. He halted his step as the man’s back pressed ag