The Wistful Witness

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The watchtower stood alone on the ridge. It was stone. It was old. It did not fall. Elias stood below it. He held the ledger. The leather was cold. His hands were rough. They were the hands of a man who had buried friends. He looked up. The tower watched him. It had watched for centuries. It would watch for centuries more. The village slept. The fog rolled in from the valley floor. It was...

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