The Golden Quest
The chandelier in the library, a sprawling constellation of crystal and brass that had hung in the center of our world for forty years, shattered with a sound like the breaking of a long, frozen silence, sending a cascade of glittering debris across the Persian rug where the air had already grown thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. I stood there, my hands trembling not from the cold...
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