The Distant Machine
The glass did not break all at once, but in a slow, agonizing cascade of internal fractures that ran through the heart of the obsidian stone like veins of lightning frozen in midnight ice, a splitting that Margaret Holloway felt not in her hands but in the marrow of her own spine, as if the object she had clutched for twenty years, the heavy, cold weight that had served as the anchor for her...
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