The Wistful Witness

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The seal of wax had cooled into a jagged, red crescent on the parchment, a scar that refused to fade. Thomas Bradshaw sat alone in the high window seat of the archive, the heavy velvet curtains drawn against the late afternoon gloom. He was a clerk of the Third Department, a man whose life was measured in the weight of paper and the silence of dust. For forty years, he had served the Court of...

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