The Wistful Witness

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The date is November 14, 1893, and the air in this windowless study has grown so cold that my breath hangs before me in small, white ribbons. I am forty years old, a man who has spent two decades dissecting the machinery of the human body, yet I find myself trembling before a garment of wool and silver. My hands, usually steady enough to separate a nerve from its sheath without a single tremor,...

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