The Wistful Witness

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The bells of St. Jude’s University tolled the hour of vespers. The sound hung in the air, heavy and damp, like wool soaked in rain. I stood at the window of the library’s upper gallery, watching the courtyard below. The stone was slick with mist. A single figure moved beneath the arches, slow and deliberate. It was Eleanor. She carried a clay pot, balanced perfectly on her hip. Inside, it held...

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