The Crystal of Remembrance
The Crystal of Remembrance The gas lamps of Bloomsbury cast their jaundiced glow upon the cobblestones as Isabella Winterbourne stood before the crystal, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The device hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate not in the air but in the very marrow of her bones, and upon its polished surface, a scene unfolded that would shatter everything she believed about...
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