The Golden Visit
The warden spoke from the high window. His voice was dry. Like sand on stone. "Release is near," he said. Elias looked up. He did not blink. The light in the cell was gold. It came from a crack in the wall. It hit the floor. It hit his hands. Elias held the shard. It was small. It was sharp. It glowed. It was the only thing he had left. It was not glass. It was not stone. It was time. Frozen....
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