The Wistful Witness

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The doors are locked, Magistrate. Elias Thorne did not answer immediately. He stood in the yard of the Kael outpost, his boots sinking into mud that smelled of fermentation, and watched the head of the granary, a man named Vane, fiddle with a rusted padlock. The air was thick, cloying, a heavy sweetness that coated the back of the throat like syrup mixed with ash. It was the smell of rot, but...

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