The Wistful Witness

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The ledger was warm from the friction of her hands, its leather cover soft and cracked like dry earth. Elara Vance closed the top drawer of her desk with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the quiet archive room of the St. Jude’s Asylum. Outside, the wind stripped the last brown leaves from the elms, rattling against the high, barred windows. She had packed her few personal effects into a...

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