The Wistful Witness

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The quill was dry, stiff as a dead twig, held in Elias Thorne’s left hand while his right rubbed the damp from his brow. The ledger lay open on the oak desk, its pages yellowed and brittle, smelling of mildew and old iron. Elias was forty years old, a man of dust and silence, and he wanted to prove the King was real. The Pale King sat on the throne three hundred yards away, a figure of pale...

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