The Wistful Witness

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The rain hammered against the high, narrow windows of the distillery, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very bones of the stone floor, and I stood over the body of Samuel, my hands slick with the cold condensation of the copper still, watching the life drain from his eyes as the last breath hitched and died in his throat. It was the fourteenth of October, 1912, and the air in...

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