The Glass Dome
Eliza found the notebook on a Tuesday, tucked behind a stack of linens in the servant's pantry at Harrington Manor. It was bound in dark leather, the kind of binding that cost more than her annual wages, and when she opened it, the first page bore a single entry dated three days hence. The handwriting was precise, almost mechanical. It described events that had not yet occurred: a conversation...
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