The Wistful Witness

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, black mirrors. It was a town built on a hill, perched precariously above a river that had long since swallowed the foundations of the old mills, a place where the past did not rest but lingered, damp and heavy in the air. Elias Thorne sat in the back of the apothecary, the smell...

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