The Wistful Witness

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The air in the basement archive of the Ashworth Textile Mill tasted of iron filings and stale tobacco, a thick, particulate haze that coated the back of Elara Vance’s throat as she bent over the ledger, her pencil scratching with the frantic, jagged energy of a trapped animal. She was thirty-four, a woman who had long since traded the softness of her youth for the sharp, calloused precision of...

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