The Wistful Witness

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The magistrate’s smile was the first thing I noticed, a thin, predatory line that did not reach his eyes. He stood in the center of the town square, his coat buttoned to the throat, looking down at the crowd with the detached interest of a man inspecting a field of wheat before the harvest. I wanted to scream, to tear the leather binding from his hands, but my mouth was dry, and the air in...

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