The Wistful Witness

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The fire started in the chapel. It started in the wood of my own hands. I am Thomas. I was the keeper. I held the keys. I held the seal. The smoke was thick. It tasted of copper. It tasted of old blood. I stood in the nave. The pillars shook. Dust fell like snow. Behind me, the door burst open. Captain Elias Vance. My brother. My commander. His face was a mask of soot. His eyes were wet....

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