The Distant Legend
"You broke it," I said. The words hung in the air, thin and cold. Margaret looked at me. Her eyes were red, swollen from weeping, but her face was hard. Stone. "I did not," she whispered. "It was in your hands, Margaret. I saw it. The glass was in your hands when I walked in." She turned away. She walked to the window. The city lights outside blurred into streaks of gold and red. Smoke. Distant...
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