The Wistful Witness

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The boundary of the world was not a wall, nor was it a line drawn in the sand, but a threshold of light that thinned and frayed like old lace, a place where the solid geometry of the city dissolved into the wet, breathing fog of the Beyond. Elara Vance stood at the edge of this dissolution, her fingers tracing the air where the pavement of London ended and the endless, gray expanse began. She...

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