The Golden Visit
The glass was not merely broken; it was shattered into a constellation of shards that reflected the dying light of the hearth in a thousand fractured, weeping eyes, and Margaret Holloway stood amidst the ruin of the object she had spent the better part of a decade trying to understand, her hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards of the ancestral estate but from the...
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