The Wistful Witness

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old market square into a slick, mirror-like expanse of mud and reflection, where the shadows of the gilded arches stretched long and thin like the fingers of drowning men, and it was into this damp, oppressive silence that Thomas Bradshaw walked, his boots heavy with the mud of the road, his...

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