The Golden Farce
The porcelain bowl did not shatter with a sound, but with a silence so profound it seemed to swallow the air from the Grand Ballroom of the St. Jude’s Institute for the Blind. It was a bowl of intricate blue and gold, a relic of the old regime, held in the trembling hands of Elias Thorne, the Chief Inspector of Internal Affairs. To the uninitiated eye, it was merely a vessel for soup; to Elias,...
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