The Wistful Witness

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the dust from the cobblestones of the Old Quarter. Elias Thorne stood at the corner of Baker and 4th, his trench coat damp, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. He held a small, glass vial. Inside, a blue liquid swirled, catching the light of the streetlamps that hummed with a low, electric drone. It was not medicine. It was not food....

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