The Wistful Witness

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The ink on the nib was stiff, a dark, gritty paste that resisted the flow, and you pressed it harder against the paper until the fiber tore slightly under the weight of the date: November 14, 1912. You were thirty years old, and your hands, usually steady enough to count ledgers in the dark, were trembling with a cold that seemed to originate in the marrow of your shins rather than the air of...

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