The Wistful Witness

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The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as one might expect from a place of forgotten things. It smelled of damp stone and the metallic tang of old iron, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of Elara’s clothes over the last three years. She sat at the desk by the window, the one that faced the courtyard where the ancient oaks shed their leaves in slow, rust-colored...

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