The amber sealed the city in a perfect, terrible stillness.
The amber sealed the city in a perfect, terrible stillness. Eleanor Ashworth stood at the edge of the underground chamber and felt the weight of seventy years pressing down on her chest. The candlelight from her hand trembled, and with each tremor, the miniature city beneath her feet shimmered like a dream seen through rippling water. It was smaller than she had imagined. Three inches across,...
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