Millie’s response was almost instinctive.

“Didn’t you summon me?”

“When did I…?”

Marcus’ voice trailed off, urgency replacing confusion. He lunged, his hands seizing the porcelain fragments from Millie’s grasp.

“Millie, you’ve shattered the precious porcelain!”

His voice had a winter chill.

Millie’s heart stopped.

her mind a

Which porcelain?

mere heartbeat—two seconds of suspended time—for Millie to

Her voice was a plea, a truth yet to

Millie knew full

these shards lie treacherously at my feet? And who

her head, threatening to

played back, and a realization washed over Millie: she’d been

more than just age within its delicate form. It bears the fingerprints of my great grandfather’s legacy. It’s a treasure

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