The Wistful Witness

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The rain had been falling for three days, a gray, persistent weeping that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, black mirror. It was the kind of weather that settled into the bones, a damp chill that no amount of coal in the hearth could quite banish. In the narrow office of the Constabulary, the air smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed...

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