The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled. It hung in the air of the foundry, a fine, cold mist that tasted of iron and old sweat. Elias Vane stood by the great press, his hands resting on the cold steel railing. He was not working. He was waiting. The shift whistle had blown an hour ago, but the air remained thick, charged with the static of unseen things. Elias held a small object in his...

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