The Wistful Witness

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The iron buckle hangs heavy on your belt. It is a cold weight. A dead weight. You feel it against your hip with every step. The castle breathes. The stones shift. Dust falls from the rafters like gray snow. You are the Warden. You are the shield. You are the bone of the house. Your daughter is in the lower crypt. She has been there for three days. The air down there is thick. It smells of wet...

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