The Wistful Witness

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The ledger book was bound in leather that had cracked with age, its spine stiff as a broken neck. I sat in the corner of the waiting room at the Sterling & Vance Industrial Complex, my boots resting on the cold concrete floor. The air smelled of ozone and wet wool. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows, blurring the silhouette of the smokestacks that pierced the grey sky. I was not...

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