The Wistful Witness

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the archive, sharp and singular, called out by the head librarian, Margaret, who stood by the oak desk with her arms crossed over a file folder. Elias Thorne, forty-five, a man who had spent the last decade sorting the dead into categories, looked up from his typewriter. The smell of the room was distinct, a dry, papery scent mixed with the faint, metallic...

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