The Wistful Witness

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The fever did not break so much as it dissolved into the architecture of your dreams, a sticky, amber substance that coated the back of your throat and the inside of your eyelids, binding you to the bed in the high, cold tower where the wind whistled through the cracks in the ancient stone like a choir of forgotten names. You are twelve, though the years feel both infinitely long and impossibly...

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