The glass beads of the necklace lay scattered across the wet gravel of the roadside, a constellation of fractured iridescence that caught the dying light of a sun that seemed to hesitate before setting, each shard reflecting a distorted, jagged piece of the sky as if the atmosphere itself had been broken by the sudden, violent interruption of the journey. Elias Thorne knelt in the mud, his...
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