The Wistful Witness

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the university archive, a relentless, gray drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very stone of the building, and Elias Thorne stood before the mahogany table, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted the cuff of his own tweed jacket. He was fifty-two, a man whose life had been measured in catalog numbers and quiet hours, and his...

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