The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, persistent mist that clung to the wool of your coat and seeped into the marrow of your bones. You walked the path that cut through the heath, the mud sucking at your boots with a sound like a dying breath. There was no one else on the road. There had been no one else on the road for a long time. The old ways were being paved...

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