The Wistful Witness

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The frost bit hard. The glass cracked. Silas watched the spiderweb spread. It bloomed in the windowpane. Thin white lines. Sharp and cold. He tapped the glass. *Tap.* The sound was dull. Dead. He was a man of numbers. Ledger entries. Ink stains. He moved through the town of Oakhaven like a ghost. Quiet. Efficient. The steam mills roared outside. Black smoke choked the sky. The year was 1904....

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