The Wistful Witness

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The ink in the ledger had not dried in three days. Sergeant Elias Thorne stared at the page, his thumb rubbing the wet black smear until it bled into the grain of the paper. It looked like a mouth, open and silent. He dipped his pen again, the nib scratching against the fiber with a sound like a dry twig snapping. Outside, the wind moved through the wisteria vines that strangled the outpost’s...

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