The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone walls of the precinct and the world beyond. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of old blood. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water drip from the eaves. He was a large man, built for the...

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