Stone Heart's Whisper - V-04: The Observer
(Style B1: New York Realism) I remember the first time I felt the heat. For three hundred years, I had been a silent witness to the slow decay of the gallery, a piece of carved limestone depicting a nameless nymph. I knew the geometry of the room, the exact angle of the sunlight at 3 PM, and the rhythmic clicking of the security guard's shoes. I was a prisoner of form, a consciousness trapped...
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