The Distant Legend
The seal broke not with a sound, but with a silence so profound it seemed to suck the air from the room, leaving only the dry rasp of breath in the lungs of the woman who had kept it for thirty years. Margaret stood before the mirror in the small, rented room in London, where the fog pressed its gray face against the glass, and she watched the object in her hand shatter. It was not glass, nor...
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