The Wistful Witness

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The air in the hallway tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat before you even drew breath. You were eight years old, small for your age, with hands that trembled not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of what you carried. In your grip, the silver pocket watch felt less like an object and more like a living thing, a cold, ticking heart that...

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