The Distant Clue
The dream begins with the sound of glass, not breaking, but singing. It is a high, thin note, like a fingernail dragged slowly around the rim of a chalice, echoing in a room where the walls are made of salt and the floor is black ice. You are standing in the center of this room, and you are holding a shard. It is not large. It fits in the palm of your hand, cold and sharp, reflecting a light...
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