The Wistful Witness

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The glaze was flaking off the owl’s beak, a small chip of white ceramic that caught the light of my desk lamp, and I spent the better part of an hour trying to find a drop of glue strong enough to hold it without yellowing the porcelain. My hands were steady, though my heart was not, and the silence in the archive was so complete that I could hear the tick of the clock on the wall, a sound that...

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