The Wistful Witness

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The nave of St. Jude’s was a cathedral of silence, broken and bleeding dust. Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the shattered floor, the cold stone biting through the soles of his boots. In his hands, he clutched a fragment of stained glass, its edges sharp as a knife, reflecting the gray light of the winter afternoon. He was forty-two years old, a master glazier with hands that had...

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