The Wistful Witness

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The dream had no ceiling. It was just white. An endless, sterile expanse of light that hummed at a frequency Leo could feel in his teeth. He floated there, suspended in the void, his body a hollow shell of glass. He knew he was in the Chamber of Records. He knew he was seven years old. He knew he was being watched. The watchful presence was not a man. It was a lens. A vast, cold aperture that...

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