The Wistful Witness

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The dream is always the same. It smells of wet wool and iron filings. You are standing in the pantry of the Hawthorne house, the heavy oak door swollen with damp. On the floor, broken against the tile, lies a ceramic bowl. It is not white. It is not blue. It is a shade of gray that has been worn down by time, by fingers, by the quiet erosion of use. You try to pick it up. Your hands are not...

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