The Wistful Witness

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the door burst open. It was a violent sound, a splintering of the quiet that had settled into the walls of the house like dust. I did not look up immediately. I was counting the days until the moon would be full, and the rhythm of the numbers was the only thing keeping the trembling in my hands at bay. "Get out, Elias," the voice said. It was my brother,...

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