The Golden Myth
The glass shattered. Not broke. Shattered. A thousand pieces of the mirror above the mantel exploded outward in a violent, silent bloom. Splinters sprayed across the velvet carpet like silver shrapnel. Captain Elias Thorne did not flinch. He stood in the center of the room, his hands still raised, the heavy bronze letter opener in his grip trembling with a fine, electric hum. The air tasted of...
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