The Wistful Witness

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You wake in the cold, damp stone of the infirmary, the air thick with the scent of boiled linen and decay. It is a recurring dream, or perhaps a memory so deep it has calcified into reality. Your body is not yours, or rather, it is a vessel worn smooth by centuries of use. You look down at your hands. They are small, pale, and mapped with the blue veins of someone who has spent a lifetime...

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