The Wistful Witness

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Apothecary Lane into a mirror of filth that reflected the soot-stained faces of those who walked with their heads bowed. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of his workshop, the smell of sulfur and rotting rosemary clinging to his wool coat, watching the carriage of the...

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