The Distant Legend
The glass is cracking, you realize, not because of the cold or the wind that is howling through the broken windows of the old hospital wing, but because you are standing inside it, and your feet are pressed firmly into the mosaic floor, and the shards of the great stained-glass dome above you are falling like slow, colored rain, and you are trying to explain to yourself, in a voice that sounds...
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