The Golden Echoes
The glass did not break all at once. It began with a hairline fracture, a whisper of sound that Margaret Holloway heard in the marrow of her bones long before her eyes caught the jagged white line running through the surface. She stood in the center of the living room, her hands wrapped around the crystal vase, feeling the cold weight of it against her palms. The room was silent, save for the...
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