The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-18 21:42:49 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window of the cellar into a blur of indistinguishable slate and mud, yet inside, the air was dry, thick with the scent of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of old fear, and I sat in the corner, my hands folded in my lap, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced...

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