The Wistful Witness

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The iron signet ring was cold, a hard knot in Elias Thorne’s fist. The metal bit into his palm, a sharp, metallic pain that cut through the fog of exhaustion. He squeezed until his knuckles turned white, then loosened his grip, then squeezed again. The trench was a trench of mud and rot, a long, low scar in the earth where the air hung heavy with the smell of wet wool and old blood. Elias was...

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