The Wistful Witness

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The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages blank save for the faint, rhythmic scratching of a pen that was not moving. You held the nib between your fingers, the ink black and viscous, smelling of iron and old blood. It was November, 1912, and the gaslight in the clerical office of Whitmore & Sons flickered against the peeling wallpaper, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to stretch...

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