The Wistful Witness

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The brass key sat in the palm of Elias Thorne, cold and heavy, its teeth worn smooth by decades of use. He turned it over, watching the light catch the grooves, a small, domestic object that seemed out of place in the grandeur of the Vane estate. The air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of beeswax and stale wine, a cloying atmosphere that pressed against his temples. Around him, the...

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