The Wistful Witness

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The key was cold, and it was wrong. "You found it in the mud?" Master Halloway asked, not looking up from the ledger he was restoring. His fingers were stained with the black ink of a century, the paper beneath them brittle as autumn leaves. "I did," I said. "In the square. Near the old well." Halloway stopped working. The silence in his study was thick, broken only by the scratch of his quill...

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