The Wistful Witness

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The frostbit air cracked against my lips. I held the thermometer steady. The needle trembled. It did not lie. Dr. Aris Thorne stood by the window. He watched the snow fall on the campus. He did not look at me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear the device from my hand. I wanted to shatter the glass. But I did not. I am a scholar. I measure. I do not break. "It is rising," I said. My voice was...

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