Even through the darkness they shone, peering from the top shelf like some twisted and horrific CCTV system, without the equipment. The flickering candlelight and echoing tick tock tick of the free-standing clock on the other side of the cellar made them become more alive. Animated. They bobbed and blinked and stared forwards, silently observing but never revealing any of the secrets that played out before them. Although that was why they were stored in glasses and jars in the first place. One day, the ‘creation’ would use the eyes. The ‘creation’ would reveal the secrets. And we would know…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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