The Wistful Witness

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I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, the dream dissolving like sugar in cold water, leaving only the phantom weight of the chain around my wrist. I am Silas Thorne, and in the archives of the Iron Citadel, they list me as a man of unshakeable duty, a sentinel of the law, yet here in the dark of my cell, I am merely a vessel for a grief so heavy it has calcified into bone....

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