The Wistful Witness

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The house stood at the end of the gravel drive like a stern magistrate waiting to pronounce sentence on the guilty, its windows dark and unblinking against the twilight that was slowly bleeding out of the sky, a sky that had turned the color of a bruise, deep violet fading into the sickly yellow of old parchment, and I stood at the threshold, my hand trembling on the iron handle, feeling the...

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