The Distant Whispers

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The dream was not a dream but a cage made of green glass, and in the center of it hung a single, trembling leaf, suspended by a thread so fine it might have been spun from the silence between two heartbeats, a leaf that shone with a terrible, liquid gold, and when Margaret Holloway tried to reach out to touch it, the glass shattered into a million shards that did not fall but hovered in the...

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