The Wistful Witness

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The air in the basement of the St. Jude’s Orphanage was thick with the smell of wet wool, damp plaster, and the faint, metallic tang of the steam pipes that ran along the walls like the veins of a sleeping giant, and it was there, in this subterranean chamber where the light from the single, dirty window fell in a pale, dusty column, that Arthur Pemberton, the headmaster, sat with his back to...

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