The Wistful Witness

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The pen in your hand is a Parker 51, the cap lost years ago, the gold nib worn to a dull, flat line. You hold it over a stack of asylum claims, the paper yellowed at the edges, the ink faded to a ghost of black. Outside, the wind presses against the single pane of glass, but inside, the air is thick with a low, persistent hum. It is a sound that lives in the teeth, a vibration that rattles the...

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