The Distant Summer
The glass held the whole of the night inside it, a trapped galaxy of violet and indigo that pulsed with a rhythm not quite human. Major Elias Thorne held the vessel in both hands, the crystal warm against his palms, and watched the light fracture into a thousand jagged shards of color that danced across the ceiling of the banquet hall. He was a man who had spent his life imposing order on...
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