The Wistful Cipher
The glass shatters not with a singular, crisp crack but with a cascading, terrible unraveling, a symphony of fracture that echoes through the hollow chambers of the estate like the breaking of a bone in a quiet room. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of ozone and pulverized silica, the shards of the antique mirror scattered across the parquet floor in a...
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