The Wistful Witness

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The glass was not merely broken; it was annihilated, shattering into a constellation of shards that caught the candlelight like the frozen tears of a god who had wept too long for the mortal realm. In the high vaulted ceiling of the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert, where the air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax, incense, and the slow decay of centuries, Margot stood before the shattered remains of...

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