The Wistful Witness

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The mist did not rise from the valley floor so much as it bled out of the stones themselves, a slow, gray exhalation that swallowed the lower fields of Ashworth Manor before the sun had even thought to break the horizon. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the library, his boots heavy with the damp earth of the garden, and watched the fog press against the leaded glass. He was a man of...

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