The Wistful Witness

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The chandeliers in the Hall of Records did not merely hang; they suspended a heavy, golden weight of light that pressed against the back of my eyes, a pressure that had become a familiar, dull ache over the last three months. I stood at the edge of the long mahogany table, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the silver clasp of my waistcoat, the metal cold against my palm, and I watched...

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