The Wistful Witness

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The kitchen light hums, a low, electric drone that vibrates in the fillings of your teeth. You are sitting at the small, varnished table, the one your father built before his hands began to shake. The room is warm, too warm, the air thick with the scent of boiled sage and the metallic tang of old blood. Outside, the rain has stopped, leaving the garden a slick mirror of gray slate and bruised...

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