The Golden Farce
The glass shattered against the floor of the cellar with a sound like a scream cut short, sending shards of amber light dancing across the damp stone. Elias Vane did not flinch. He stood amidst the ruin of the artifact, his coat buttoned to the throat, his eyes fixed not on the broken pieces but on the window above him, where the storm was beginning to howl. The cellar was a tomb of dust and...
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