The Wistful Witness

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You dream of the glass. It is not a window. It is not a lens. It is a pane of thick, green-tinted crystal, suspended in the air of a high, vaulted cathedral. The light is gray. The dust motes dance in slow, silent spirals. You reach for it. Your fingers are cold. They are stiff. You know this stiffness. It is the stiffness of age. It is the stiffness of duty. You do not wake. You open your...

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