The Distant Crown
The glass shattered before the bell rang. It was not a sound of breaking, but of ending. A high, thin keen that cut through the humid air of the mill, slicing the silence like a scalpel. Elias stood by the window. He watched the shards dance in the shaft of gray light. They were fragments of his wife’s locket. The gold had turned black in her hands before it fell. The mechanism was intricate. A...
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