The Distant Clue
I dreamt of the house before I woke, a skeletal structure of iron and glass that trembled against the dark, a cathedral of industry that had forgotten its purpose and stood now as a monument to the hubris of men who believed they could cage the wind, and in that dream the windows were not broken but shattered, each pane exploding outward in a slow-motion bloom of silver shards that did not fall...
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