The Wistful Witness

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The autumn light in the kitchen was the color of old brass, filtering through the lace curtains to pool on the table where I sat, my hands folded over a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. Outside, the wind stripped the last of the leaves from the elms, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to mimic the tearing of fabric, and I watched Julian pack his kit by the door, his movements sharp and...

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