The Distant Nightmare

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The porcelain did not shatter with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, thin exhale of glass and clay that seemed to carry the weight of centuries in its falling. It was a teacup, blue and white, painted with a landscape so detailed one could almost smell the rain on the distant hills depicted in its glaze. I held it in my hands, feeling the coldness of the ceramic seep into my pores, a chill that...

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