The Wistful Witness

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Thorne. The voice cut through the fog of the corridor, sharp and commanding. I straightened my spine, the silver lion on my badge catching the dim light of the gas lamps. Lord Vane stood at the end of the hall, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. He did not look at me, but at the floor, as if my presence was a stain he had not yet decided how to scrub away. I waited for the summons,...

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