The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The glass shattered. It was not a gentle breaking. It was a scream of crystal against stone, a violent unfurling of light into a thousand jagged shards. I stood in the center of the tower room, my hands still raised from where I had held the sphere. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. My father’s eyes were fixed on me, wide and unblinking. He did not speak. He did not need to. The silence...

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