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.

porcelain?” she echoed, her

Which porcelain?

suspended time—for Millie to regain herself, shaking her head

it. You’ve misunderstood.” Her voice was a

true value of the porcelain, Millie knew full well the fury simmering in Marcus’ eyes. She

perpetrator, then who is? Why would these shards lie treacherously at my feet? And

clamored in her head,

and

from antiquity, holds more than just age within its delicate form. It bears the fingerprints of my great grandfather’s legacy. It’s a treasure not for its years, but for the stories it carries.

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