The Distant Affair
The glass cylinder sat upon the mahogany desk of the Chancellor, a perfect, unblemished sphere of crystal that seemed to drink the dim gaslight of the chamber and hold it captive, vibrating with a low, almost imperceptible hum that only Margaret could hear, a sound like the collective sigh of a thousand sleeping souls trapped in amber. She stood before it, her hands clasped tightly behind her...
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