The Wistful Witness

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The fire started in the attic. It ate the beams with a hungry, wet crunch. You stood on the street, watching the smoke curl into the night sky like a black ribbon. The town of Oakhaven slept, indifferent to the death of your home. But you did not run inside. You knew what was up there. You knew what had been kept in the dark, under the floorboards, in a box lined with velvet that had long since...

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