The Distant Summer
The glass was cracked. It had been cracked for weeks, a jagged white line running from the rim to the base of the vase. Elias held it up to the light. The fracture caught the sun, scattering tiny rainbows across his workbench. He was a man of few words and steady hands. He fixed things. Clocks, chairs, porcelain. But this vase was different. It was not merely broken. It was shattered in a way...
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