The Wistful Witness
The hammer head detached from the handle with a sharp, wet crack, spinning away to embed itself in the plaster of the far wall, leaving Captain Elias Thorne holding only the splintered wood and the sudden, ringing silence of the room. He stood in the center of the main hall of Blackwood Hall, his boots sinking into the dust that coated the floorboards in a thick, gray layer, and watched the...
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