The Wistful Witness

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The rain had been falling for three days, a soft, persistent mist that turned the streets of the old quarter into a smear of grey water and reflected light, and as I stood on the threshold of the workshop, watching the steam from the bakery across the way curl into the damp air, I realized with a sudden, sharp clarity that I was leaving behind not just a place, but a version of myself that had...

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