The Wistful Witness

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The fog did not roll in; it settled, a heavy, wet blanket that smelled of rot and old stone. Elias Thorne stepped through the gate of St. Jude’s, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned the cloister garden into a slurry of black earth and dead leaves. He was thirty-two years old, and he had walked for three days to reach this place, driven by a hunger that was not for food but for...

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