The Distant Promise
The porcelain bell jar, which had once encased a bouquet of artificial lilies so pristine they seemed to hold the breath of a summer that never ended, sat upon the mahogany desk in the center of the vast, dim study, its glass surface clouded by the slow, invisible accumulation of decades, and within that fragile sphere, where light bent and distorted the shapes of things, sat the heart of the...
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