The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray, suspended fog that coated the skin like wet ash. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the soft, breathing earth. He waited for the command. He had always waited. "Is he ready?" a voice asked from the mist. Elias did not turn. He knew the voice. It was the voice of the Commission. It was the voice of the law. "Check his pulse," the...

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