The Faded River
The glass did not shatter with a crash, but with a long, low groan that vibrated through the floorboards of the archive, a sound like a whale dying in deep water, and Margaret stood in the center of the room, her hands pressed flat against the surface of the table where the specimen had sat, feeling the heat of the fracture radiating through her palms as if the object had been burning from the...
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