The Wistful Witness
The bus stops. You step off. The air is cold. It bites. You are in the town of Oakhaven. It is a place of gray stone and quiet streets. You work here. You are a clerk. You handle data. You organize files. Your name is not important. Your face is not important. You are a vessel. You are a witness. You walk to the house. The house is large. It sits on a hill. The grass is dead. The sky is low....
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