The Wistful Witness

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The letter lay on the desk. It was thin. The paper was cream. It smelled of dust. I looked at it. I did not open it. I knew what it said. I had known for years. My name was Elias Thorne. I was the archivist. I was old. My hands shook. They always shook now. The room was cold. The windows were high. They looked out over the square. The square was empty. It was always empty. I remembered the...

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