The Wistful Witness

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The fire took the university library in the dead of night, a conflagration that turned the sky the color of a bruised plum and reduced the spines of ten thousand years of thought to a hiss of gray ash. I was not there. I was three hundred miles away, standing on the precipice of a cliff where the Atlantic wind tore at the hem of my coat, holding a single object in my gloved hands. It was a pair...

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