The Wistful Witness

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The rain fell in a steady, grey sheet over the ironworks, a curtain that seemed to be woven from the very smoke of the furnaces. It was the sort of weather that settled into the bones, a dampness that did not wash away but rather condensed, turning the air into a substance one had to push through with every breath. In the center of the yard, where the puddles reflected the dull orange glow of...

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