The Wistful Witness

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The ledger entry was a smear of blue ink, a small, cold thing resting in my palm like a stone pulled from a frozen river. I held it up to the gaslight, the paper thin and brittle, feeling the dampness of the library’s east wall seep into my knuckles, a pain that had become as constant as my own heartbeat. It was November, 1924, and the Municipal Archive was dying, its brickwork cracking under...

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