The Wistful Witness

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The ink was drying on the parchment of the warrant, a dark, viscous stain that looked less like a symbol of law and more like a wound that would not close. Sergeant Elias Thorne held the quill in his right hand, the joint swollen and rigid with the early onset of a palsy that the physicians in the lower city called the "shaking of the soul." He was fifty-three years old, a age at which the body...

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