The Wistful Witness

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The ink on the petition was still wet when Elara Vance folded the paper, the smell of the cheap blue pigment sharp and acrid in her nostrils, a scent that clung to her fingertips like a stain that no amount of scrubbing with lye could lift. She was thirty-four, a clerk at the Oakhaven Mill, and her hands trembled not from the cold of the November morning but from the sheer, physical weight of...

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