The Wistful Witness

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The vial was heavy. Not heavy like a stone, but heavy like a debt, a weight that seemed to pull at the bottom of Elias’s pocket as he crossed the threshold of St. Jude’s Infirmary. The air inside was stale, thick with the scent of boiled herbs and wet wool, a smell that clung to the back of the throat and refused to wash away. Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and carrying the dust of three...

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