The Wistful Witness

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You wake up in the dark. The air is cold. It smells of dust and old wood. You are sitting on the floor. Your back is against the wall. The wallpaper is peeling. It curls like dry leaves. You look at your hands. They are shaking. You flex your fingers. They click. There is a sharp pain in your knuckles. You remember the glass. You remember the sound it made. It was not a crash. It was a shatter....

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