The Wistful Witness

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The kettle had been screaming for three minutes, a thin, high-pitched shriek that cut through the stagnant air of the apartment, yet Elias Thorne did not move from his chair, his eyes fixed on the windowpane where the rain from the afternoon storm still ran in erratic, silver threads, blurring the grey skyline of the city into a watercolor of smudges and shadows. He was waiting for the silence...

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