The Wistful Witness

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The dream is always the same. You are standing in the hallway of the federal building, the linoleum cold under your shoes. Marcus is there, but his face is not flesh. It is a mask of white porcelain, cracked down the center, a fissure running from his left temple to his chin. He smiles, and the smile splits. The crack widens. The pieces do not fall; they hang in the air, suspended by a gravity...

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