The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-21 15:33:19 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the flickering gaslight. I stood in the doorway of the apothecary, my hands trembling not from the cold, which was a dull and familiar companion, but from the weight of the velvet coat draped over my arm. It was a garment of deep, arterial...

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