The Wistful Witness

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The rain hammered the tin roof of the watchtower. It was a dull, rhythmic pounding. Like a heart beating under water. Elias Vane sat in the dark. He held the watch. It was his father’s. Silver. Heavy. The face was cracked. One hairline fracture ran through the twelve. He had been watching for three days. No one had come. The company said the tunnel was safe. The geologists said the rock was...

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