The Wistful Witness

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The glass of the sanctuary window, which I had held in my hands with a tenderness that bordered on the obscene, was not merely broken but shattered into a thousand jagged shards that caught the dying light of the autumn afternoon like the eyes of a thousand small, accusing demons, and I stood there in the drafty nave of St. Jude’s, my fingers still tingling with the phantom weight of the leaded...

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