The Golden Visit
The bell above the door did not ring. It screamed. I was standing at the counter, my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, when the glass shattered. It was not a violent shattering, not like a stone thrown by a child in a fit of rage. It was a structural failure. The large, floor-to-ceiling pane that separated our showroom from the street simply gave way, raining...
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