The Wistful Witness

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The stone began at the fingertips. It was a dull, grey hardness, cold to the touch, spreading slowly from the nails toward the knuckles. Arthur Vane, thirty years old and a senior clerk at the Northbridge Railway Depot, looked at his hand with a mixture of horror and a strange, detached curiosity. He was a man of routine, of ledgers and timetables, and this intrusion into his physical form felt...

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