The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-21 23:58:07 -

The glass was cracked. Mara saw it before she saw the bird. A hairline fracture. Thin as a vein. It ran through the center of the pane, catching the gray light of the morning. She touched it. Cold. Smooth. She worked for the Estate. It was a job. A title. *Junior Conservator*. She did not own the house. She did not own the garden. She did not own the silence that lived in the halls. But she...

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