The Wistful Witness

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The iron gate did not creak. It slid with a wet, grinding silence that felt like a bone breaking under skin. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the other side of the threshold, his boots heavy with the mud of the corridor, his hands bound by the cold links of the warder’s chain. He looked at the stone archway. It was not the grand, sunlit arches of the cathedral below, nor the jagged peaks of the...

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