The Wistful Witness

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The leather-bound treatise, cold and heavy in Elias Thorne’s hands, smelled of the wet wool of the mule that had carried it for three days, a scent that clung to the parchment like a stubborn stain. He stood at the edge of the valley, looking back toward the small, shuttered house where his wife, Mara, had kissed his forehead with a finality that felt less like affection and more like a...

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