The Wistful Witness

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window into a blur of wet slate and dying leaves. You sat on the floor of the attic, your back pressed against the cold brick, watching the water drip from the eaves into the mud below. Your brother, Thomas, was gone. The house was quiet, a silence so heavy it felt like it had weight, pressing...

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