The Wistful Witness

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The telegram arrived on a Tuesday, folded into a square no larger than a postage stamp, the ink slightly blurred where a thumb had pressed too hard. Elias Thorne sat at his desk in the Faculty of History, the autumn light failing on the oak surface, and read the words that ended his life as he knew it. Julian was conscripted. The 15th Battalion was marching to the coast. Elias was forty years...

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