The Distant Promise
The glass crumbled not with a shattering crash, but with the soft, powdery sigh of dry earth collapsing into itself, a delicate disintegration that sent a cloud of iridescent dust swirling in the shaft of pale afternoon light that pierced the heavy velvet drapes of the sanctuary. Father Julian stood frozen, his fingers still outstretched as if he had touched a phantom limb, his eyes wide with a...
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