The Wistful Witness

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The winter air in the mill town of Oakhaven hung heavy with the scent of wet wool and coal smoke, a suffocating blanket that seemed to press against the lungs of everyone who walked its cobblestone streets, where the soot from the factories settled into the creases of the pavement and the folds of the skin, making it impossible to truly see one’s neighbor or indeed oneself without the mediation...

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