The Wistful Witness

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The bell rang fourteen times for the morning shift, each toll weighing heavy in the damp air of the scriptorium. You counted them, as you always did, the sound striking the back of your skull like a hammer on a nail. Fourteen hours of silence, fourteen hours of copying, fourteen hours of paying for the seat you had not yet earned. You were Elias Thorne, senior inquisitor, thirty-four years old,...

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