The Distant Legend
The champagne glass slipped from Elias’s hand, shattering against the marble floor with a sound that seemed too loud for the hushed, perfumed air of the gala. He did not look down at the shards; his eyes were fixed on the hem of the gown he was adjusting for the director’s wife, his fingers moving with the mechanical precision of a man who has forgotten how to breathe. The silk of his own...
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