The Wistful Witness

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The witness box was a cage of polished oak, and Eleanor Fairchild sat inside it with the weight of the ledger pressing against her sternum. "State your name and capacity, please," the clerk droned, his quill scratching a rhythmic, dry sound across the parchment. "Eleanor Fairchild," she said, her voice steady, though her hands were cold. "I was the Senior Auditor for Lord Vane’s estate for...

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