The Wistful Witness

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, cold and sharp, like the smell of ozone before a storm. I did not look up from the ledger. My hand trembled as I signed the intake form, the pen skittering across the paper, leaving a jagged, nervous line. Dr. Aris stood behind me, his shadow falling across the desk, blocking the weak winter light from the high windows. He did not ask if I was well. He simply...

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