The Wistful Witness

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"Look." I turned. The candle flickered. It was the only light in the room. The air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old dust. "Look at this," I said. I held up the collar. It was silk. Black. It had been cut from a shroud. Margaret did not look at me. She looked at the floor. Her hands were trembling. They shook like leaves in a storm. "Who gave it to you?" she asked. Her voice was...

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