The Wistful Witness

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The iron ingot did not break; it sang. It was a low, tectonic thrum that vibrated in the marrow of Arthur Vane’s teeth, a sound that had persisted since the morning Elara, his younger sister, had driven her hammer into the ceremonial slab in the mill’s main hall. Now, three weeks later, Arthur stood before the mahogany desk of Director Sterling, the hum still ringing in his ears like a struck...

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