The Wistful Witness

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The fog did not roll in; it exhaled from the moor itself, a gray breath that tasted of iron and old stone. I stood before the great hall of Vane House, my coat soaked through, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the satchel against my hip. Inside lay the manuscript, three hundred pages of ink and accusation, the life’s work of Elias Thorne, historian. I wanted to publish...

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