The Wistful Witness

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"Look at it. Look at the damn thing." The voice was low. A rumble in the chest. The man standing over the desk did not raise it. He did not need to. The air in the room was thick. It smelled of dust and stale coffee. And something else. Iron. Elara turned. Her hands were still. They rested on the file. Her fingers were white. She looked up. Her boss stood there. He wore a suit that had not been...

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