The Wistful Witness

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The ink was drying on the skin of the boy, a dark, viscous line that traced the curve of his wrist like a river seen from a great height, a map of something he did not yet possess but would lose. He stood before the tall, warped mirror in the attic of the Whitmore house, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of the charcoal stick he had used. It was a quiet kind...

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