The Wistful Witness

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The iron gates of the Ashworth Conservatory had not opened for a human hand in forty years, yet they groaned with the effort of my presence, a sound like a ship’s anchor dragging across the seabed of my memory. I stood in the threshold, where the soot-stained brick of the Victorian industrial district met the impossible, shimmering air of the garden beyond, and I felt the weight of the...

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