The Distant Temple
The alarm did not ring; it was the sound of the chandelier shattering that woke Margaret Holloway, a cascade of crystal and gold dust that fell like a silent snow upon the marble floors of the White House East Room, signaling the end of an era with a violence so absolute that it rendered the subsequent chaos into a strange, muted theater of shadows. She stood in the doorway, her uniform...
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