The Wistful Dinner
The chandelier shattered not with a sound, but with a silence that sucked the air from the room. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the Grand Hall, his hands still raised in the gesture of explanation, his mouth open in a vowel that had no name. Above him, the crystal fragments hung suspended for a fraction of a second, a constellation of broken light, before they fell. They did not crash....
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