The Wistful Witness

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The bell rang. Not a church bell. Not a clock. It was the iron tongue of the Gate of Silence, striking the night air with a sound like a bone breaking. Elias woke. He was in the dream again. The one where the walls breathed. The one where the ink ran red. He sat up. The bed was cold. The stone floor was colder. He was in the cell of the Inquisitor’s shadow. Or perhaps the cell of his own...

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