The Distant Legend
The crystal flute trembles in your hand, a sliver of ice cracking against the rim, and the sound is too loud in the suffocating heat of the Whitmore estate’s ballroom. You are Clara, thirty-two, standing in the shadows of the grand piano, watching your employer, the rigid industrialist Mr. Whitmore, dismiss your decade of meticulous archival work as "clerical drudgery" to a room full of...
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