The Wistful Witness

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The leather binding of the Whispering Ledger was slick under my thumb, damp with a humidity that had no business existing in a basement archive in November. I opened it to page forty, the section where the ink began to bleed, and the smell of lavender hit me before the sound did. It was the specific, sharp scent of the soap Mara used, the one I had bought for her last Christmas before she...

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