The Golden Circuit
The glass of the windowpane, fractured by the initial shock of the shell casing that had ricocheted off the heavy oak mantelpiece, did not shatter into a thousand glittering diamonds as the poets of the nineteenth century had imagined, but rather into a jagged, weeping web of opaque white scars that obscured the view of the rain-lashed garden outside, turning the world beyond into a blurred,...
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