The Wistful Skyline
The ceramic owl sits on the kitchen counter, its glazed eye staring at a point just past your left shoulder. It is a thing of terrible stillness, a fixture in the domestic landscape that you have learned to navigate around. You are a man of procedure, of perimeter checks and threat assessments, yet this small, silent object disorients you. It represents a fracture you cannot repair. You pick it...
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