The Wistful Witness
The air in the lecture hall tasted of chalk dust and old vellum, a dry, powdery scent that settled in the creases of Professor Elias Thorne’s tweed jacket as he stood before the blackboard, his chalk poised like a surgeon’s scalpel. He was not there to teach the etymology of the Old English word for "silence," nor was he there to dissect the phonemic shifts that had rendered the language...
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