The Wistful Letter
The glass broke. It did not shatter with a sound like thunder. It did not explode in a cloud of glittering dust. It simply failed. A hairline fracture ran from the rim to the base of the wine glass in Elias’s hand. Then, with a quiet, wet snap, the stem gave way. Elias caught the bowl. He did not catch the wine. It spilled over his knuckles, cold and dark, pooling on the floorboards of the...
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