The Wistful Witness
The letter sat on the steel table, its weight negligible but its implications crushing. Elias Thorne, forty-two, a man whose hands had once drafted the blueprints for the city’s new library, now smoothed the crease in the paper with a thumb that trembled slightly from the cold. He was writing to his sister, Clara, demanding his release from the state psychiatric ward to settle their late...
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