The Wistful Witness

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The chisel bit into the limestone, and the sound was wrong. It was a dry, brittle crack, like stepping on a twig in a frozen field. I pulled my hand back, wiping the dust from my knuckles. The stone did not yield to the chisel. It crumbled. I looked at the boundary marker, the one that separated the village of Harrowgate from the moor, and saw the fracture line spreading. It was not just...

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