The Wistful Witness

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The van idled on the gravel shoulder, its engine humming a low, mechanical drone that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood before the heavy oak doors of the estate, a structure that had survived the century not through renovation but through sheer, stubborn inertia. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and dying leaves, a sensory weight that...

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