The Wistful Witness

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The Wistful Witness The fog clung to the Thames like a memory reluctant to fade. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the bridge at dawn, his breath pluming in the chill air, watching the water swallow the streetlamps whole. He had come here every morning for eleven years—not to fish, not to pray, but simply to be witnessed by the river. He was a man composed of small absences. The silence where his...

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