The Wistful Witness

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The form was thick, heavy as a brick of wet clay, and it sat on the desk between us, blocking the view of the linoleum floor. Chief Miller did not look up from the paperwork. His pen scratched against the page, a dry, rasping sound that seemed to scrape the dust off the air. He slid the document across the table. It landed with a dull thud, the weight of it settling into the wood grain. "Read...

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