The Distant Promise

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"The locket is broken," Arthur said. He did not look up from the specimen jar. Eleanor stood in the doorway. The air in the laboratory was thick, heavy with the scent of formaldehyde and dust. It tasted of decay. "Broken how?" she asked. Her voice was flat. "Shattered." Arthur turned. His eyes were red. "I tried to fix it. I used the glue. I used the heat. It snapped. It went into pieces."...

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