The Wistful Witness

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The ink on your father’s hands has not washed out in three days. It sits in the whorls of his fingerprints, a dark map of the labor that keeps the town of Oakhaven alive. You are ten years old, and the world is a place of sharp angles and wet stone. You sit on the step of the print shop, watching the rain slick the cobblestones until they look like polished coins. Your father, Arthur, stands...

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