The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 12:20:00 -

The shrapnel did not scream. It arrived with the dry, brittle snap of a winter branch breaking under its own weight, a sound so specific and final that it severed the air between the window and the room. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his study, a space defined by mahogany and silence, and watched the splinter fly. It struck his left hand, embedding itself in the webbing between his thumb...

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