The Wistful Witness

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the mud of the yard into a thick, sucking clay that held the boots of any man who dared to walk it. Inside the house, however, the air was dry and sharp, smelling of boiled linen and the bitter, medicinal scent of camphor that hung in the corners like a ghost refusing to dissipate....

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