The Golden Myth
The glass shattered before the bell rang. You remember the sound. It was not a crash, but a high, thin scream, like a bird breaking its wing against a window pane. The chandelier in the Great Hall of the King’s palace exploded into a thousand diamonds of light and lead. Dust fell in gray snow. You stood frozen in the center of the marble floor, your small hands still raised, the heavy brass...
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