The Wistful Witness

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The fire in the tenement building on Holloway Street did not smell of smoke, but of wet wool and burning hair, a scent that seeped into the pores of the skin and refused to leave, lingering long after the hoses had been pulled away and the charred skeleton of the building stood against the grey, weeping sky. You were not there to save anyone, for you had been too slow, too paralyzed by the...

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