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Crystal things lived in the window: a collection of small artifacts that caught and split the streetlight into patient, prismatic tongues. They were not merely ornaments but the custodians of memory—thin reliquaries that turned cold air into narratives. Each facet held a different evening: laughter frozen mid-breath, a violin's last note, the flinched smile of someone leaving. Passersby thought of them as curiosities; DeVille called them reliquaries, because when twilight struck them true they seemed to pray.