The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey curtain of vapor that smelled of iron and wet wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the fog, his boots sinking into the moss that covered the cobblestones of the town square. He was not a man who dreamed. He was a man who woke up with a knot in his stomach and a rifle check to perform. But here, in this place that had no name on...

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