The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones. He stood at the edge of the market square in Oakhaven, a town that had not changed in three hundred years. The cobblestones were slick with the runoff from the gutters, reflecting the dim, amber glow of the lanterns. Elias watched the carriage pull...

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