The Wistful Witness

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The frost came in the night and killed the orchard. I woke to the sound of glass breaking. Not shattering, but cracking. A slow, dry fracture that spread from the windowpane to the heavy oak frame. I sat up. The bedframe groaned under my weight. My joints ached, a deep, grinding pain that had become my constant companion for the last three winters. I was a scholar of the old rites, a keeper of...

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