The Wistful Witness

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The fog in Oakhaven did not rise from the river; it seeped up from the black soil, a damp, silent exhalation that clung to the brickwork of the old district and settled into the joints of the bones. Martha Vane stood before the heavy oak door of the First National Bank, her breath pluming in the cold October air, watching the condensation on the glass until it blurred the silhouette of the man...

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