The Wistful Witness

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The stone of the crypt did not merely hold the silence; it consumed it. Elias Thorne sat in the damp dark, his hands raw and bleeding from where he had clawed at the mortar, feeling the cold seep into his bones with a persistence that felt less like temperature and more like judgment. He was forty years old, a scribe who had once traded ink for favors, now branded a traitor for a murder he had...

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