The Wistful Witness

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The air in the Great Hall of the Whitmore Estate tasted of dust and old wax, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of your throat. You were seven years old, small enough to slip beneath the heavy velvet curtains that framed the throne-like chair where Lord Whitmore sat, but large enough to feel the weight of the silence pressing against your eardrums. Your brother, Julian, stood at the edge...

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