The Wistful Witness

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My hand was already on the latch when the cold found the gap in my sleeve. The iron was heavy, cold as river stone, and it resisted the turn with a groan that echoed off the bare brick of the cellar entrance. I am Elias Thorne, and I have spent forty-two years trying to pin the history of this valley to the page, but tonight I am not a scholar. I am a thief of my own legacy, stealing the truth...

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