The Golden Downtown
The glass did not break with a sound. It shattered in silence, a sudden and absolute absence of integrity that tore through the living room of the house on Sycamore Avenue. Margaret stood by the window, her hands still resting on the cold iron railing, watching as the object she had held for thirty years disintegrated into a thousand glittering shards on the floorboards. It was a simple vessel,...
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