The Wistful Witness

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into mirrors of the low, brooding sky. Thomas stood in the corner of the school library, his fingers wrapped tightly around the spine of a heavy, leather-bound book. He was twelve years old, a boy who had learned early that silence was a form of armor. The room smelled of damp wool and old...

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