The Wistful Witness

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The iron spoon had lost its shine long before the winter set in, the metal pitted and dull as a river stone worn by centuries of indifferent current. It sat on the edge of the basin, a small, heavy silence in the center of the room, waiting for hands that would no longer pick it up. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the window, his back to the door, watching the snow fall in thick, erasing sheets...

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