The Wistful Witness

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The iron gate screamed. It was a sound of tearing metal. A shriek against the sky. Silas dragged his chain. The links bit into his wrists. They were cold. They were heavy. He pulled. The gate moved. Inch by inch. The hinges wept rust. Red dust fell like blood. He stood in the courtyard. The air was thick. It smelled of oil and ozone. It smelled of old stone. Above him, the factory loomed. It...

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