The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-18 01:14:57 -

The rain had stopped, but the air remained thick with the scent of wet iron and old dust, a smell that clung to the back of Eamon’s throat like a bad penny he could not quite swallow. He stood on the threshold of the High Hall, his boots creaking softly on the stone, holding in his left hand a crate of glass vials that contained the last of his life’s work, a tincture derived from the...

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