The Wistful Witness

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The dream was a river of iron. It ran cold and black. It ran fast. Elias stood on the bank. The water was not water. It was steel. He looked down. He saw his own face. It was not his face. It was the face of the man he had killed. "Stop it," Elias whispered. The voice came from the water. It was his voice. But it was older. It was tired. "Wake up, Elias." He woke up. The room was white. The...

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