The Wistful Witness

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The bell in the tower had stopped. It had been silent for three days. I sat on the cold stone of the gallery, my back pressed against the ancient masonry, watching the fog roll in from the valley below. It was a thick, gray soup that erased the world. I am not what you think. I am not a man of flesh and blood. I am a whisper. A draft in the eaves. A shadow that lingers a moment too long. I have...

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