The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung. It was a grey curtain, heavy and static, pressing against the windshield of the sedan. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old dust. Arthur held the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. His grip was a vice. He was not driving. He was holding back the void. In the passenger seat, the coat lay in a heap. It was a charcoal wool thing, heavy...

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