The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 08:54:49 -

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. It was a cold, metallic tang, like licking a penny left in the rain. The air in the cell was still. It held its breath. I sat up. The straw beneath me had matted into a single, stiff mat. It smelled of wet wool and old sweat. My head throbbed. It beat in time with the candle flame. The flame was low. It trembled against the stone wall. I looked at my...

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