The Wistful Witness

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The brass pocket watch lay open on the damp stone floor, its face cracked, its hands frozen at the hour of the accident. Elias Thorne did not look at it. He looked at his own hands, which were trembling so violently that he could not close the door behind him. The wind from the moor whipped through the gaps in the timber, carrying the scent of wet peat and rotting wood, a smell that had become...

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