The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

I dreamed that my hands were made of glass. Not the clear, brittle kind that shatters with a sharp crack, but a thick, green, opaque glass, the sort found in old bottle stops, heavy and cold to the touch. I looked at them on the banquet table, resting beneath the white linen, and I could see the veins inside them pulsing with a dull, greenish light. They were transparent to the surface, yet I...

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