The Wistful Witness

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The van smelled of stale coffee and diesel, a scent that had seeped into the fabric of the seats over the last six years, becoming as much a part of the vehicle as the rust forming on the undercarriage. Elias sat in the passenger seat, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles turned white, a rigid architecture of tension that mirrored the state of his...

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