The Golden Downtown
The glass broke not with a shatter, but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of cold light that spilled across the floorboards of the room that was not quite a room, a place suspended between the memory of a house and the void of a dream. It was a chalice, thick-rimmed and heavy, etched with runes that seemed to shift when one was not looking directly at them, and now it lay in pieces, jagged as the...
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