The Wistful Witness

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The ledger is not yours to touch, Elias, and your hands smell of the damp earth from the cemetery where you were digging graves before the rain stopped you. I stood rigid, the ink on my fingers still wet and black, while Mr. Thorne circled the mahogany desk with the slow, predatory grace of a man who had long ago learned that stillness was a form of violence. He did not shout. He never shouted....

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