The Golden Quest
The glass shattered on the floor of the dining room. It was a fine sound. Sharp. Clean. Like a bone snapping under a hammer. We did not jump. We did not gasp. We simply looked at the shards. Eleanor stood by the table. Her hands were still. Her face was pale. She looked at the broken vase. She looked at me. "It is done," she said. Her voice was low. It did not tremble. It was steady. It was the...
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