The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-23 14:45:07 -

The ink on the warrant was still wet, glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights of my office like a fresh wound. I sat alone, the heavy oak desk separating me from the cold window, staring at the signature that did not belong to me. It was a forgery of such exquisite precision that it mimicked the slight tremor of my hand, the way I used to curl the tail of the 'e' when I was tired. But it...

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