The Wistful Witness

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The air in the archive was not merely dry but aggressive, a static charge that crackled against the skin of Eleanor Vance’s temples, a sensation that felt less like climate control and more like the slow, grinding erosion of her own cellular integrity. She stood before the glass case, her fingers curled into the fabric of her cardigan, the wool rough against her knuckles in a way that seemed to...

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