The Wistful Witness
The rain hits the windowpane with a staccato rhythm. You count the drops. One. Two. Three. You stop at four. Your hands shake. You press them flat against the desk. The wood is cold. It is November in Manchester. The year is 1893. You are Clara Vance. You are the head archivist at the Public Records Office. You are fifty years old. You have never married. You have never left the building after...
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