The Wistful Witness

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The rain drummed against the stained glass of the High Court, a rhythmic, mechanical percussion that seemed to synchronize with the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, a sound that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow, grinding erosion of his own identity. He sat in the gallery, not as a spectator but as an accused, though the charge was not theft or murder, but...

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