The Distant Whispers
The glass did not shatter; it dissolved, a sudden and violent exhalation of silver shards that hung suspended in the amber light of the conservatory, defying the gravity that had governed everything else in the Whitmore estate for three generations. Julian, a boy of twelve who possessed the stoic, enduring silence of a stone left too long in the river, did not flinch. He stood in the center of...
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