The Wistful Witness

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The rain lashed against the leaded windows of the infirmary, a relentless drumming that seemed to echo the frantic beating of Elara’s heart, but it was the smell of damp wool and old stone that truly anchored her to the present, a scent that had permeated the very fibers of her soul over the last three years. She stood before the high oak desk, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched the...

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