The Wistful Witness

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You arrive at the gates of the Whitehall as the fog thickens. It is a grey, wet thing that clings to your coat. You do not look up. You do not look at the iron bars. You look only at the ground. The cobblestones are slick. You have walked for hours. Your legs ache. You do not care. You are here. You are the Auditor. You have the badge. You have the list. You have the name. The door opens. It...

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