The Wistful Witness

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The dream began, as it always did, in the suffocating amber light of the nursery, where the air was thick not with dust but with the heavy, unspoken weight of a sin that had no name, only a shape, a shape that Edward Ashworth held in his hands like a stolen loaf, warm and crumbly and utterly forbidden to him, and he woke with the taste of stale bread on his tongue and the cold sweat of the...

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