The Wistful Witness

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The ledger was cold. Not the damp chill of a November draft, but a sharp, localized absence of heat that pressed against Elias Thorne’s knuckles as he traced the columns of figures. He was fifty years old, an actuary of twenty years, and his heart had begun to stutter in the winter of 1911, a mechanical fault he had learned to manage with rest and brandy. Now, in the dead of night in the office...

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