The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 08:56:40 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the violence of the stone beneath their feet. It was a dampness that seeped into the marrow, a cold that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the hollowing out of the self, and it was here, in this corridor of polished obsidian that smelled of...

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