The Wistful Witness

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, persistent curtain that turned the manicured lawns of the Whitehall estate into a slurry of mud and decay. Inside the high-ceilinged ballroom, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old wood, a smell that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back to the gathering of nobles and civil...

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