The Wistful Witness

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The telegram arrived at dawn. It was a small square of blue paper. It smelled of ink and salt. Elias held it. His hands did not shake. They were steady. They were the hands of a surgeon. They were the hands of a man who had spent thirty years dissecting the soul. He read it. He read it again. He read it a third time. The words were simple. The words were final. Thomas is dead. Thomas is gone....

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