The Wistful Witness

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The fire did not roar; it whispered, a low, wet susurration that seemed to emanate from the very stones of the chapel, eating the darkness one beam at a time until the ancient oak lectern stood isolated in the center of the nave like a ship’s prow caught in a sudden, silent storm, and it was there, with the smell of scorching velvet and the taste of copper on his tongue, that Dr. Elias Thorne...

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