The Golden Farce
The glass broke. It did not shatter with a crash. It failed with a sigh. A thin, high-pitched whine that vibrated in the teeth of everyone in the room. Then, a web of fractures. Elias stood still. His hand hovered over the surface. He did not pull back. The mirror on the desk was large. It was antique. It was the only thing in the office that had survived the fire of 1924. Now, it was dust. It...
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