The Wistful Witness

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The chisel in Elara Vane’s hand was cold, a shard of steel that had not been sharpened since the previous winter, and she pressed it against the granite with a force that made her knuckles ache until the bone beneath the skin felt like it was grinding against itself. The stone did not crack; instead, it emitted a low, thrumming vibration that traveled up her wrist and settled in the hollow of...

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