The Wistful Witness

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The bell tower groaned. It was a sound like a bone snapping under weight. Silas Vance stood in the shadows of the gallery, his hands bleeding from the iron railing. Below, the crowd surged. They did not shout. They chanted. A low, rhythmic thrumming that rose from the cobblestones of the town square. Silas looked at his hands. The blood was dark. It dried in the cracks of his knuckles. He was...

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