The Wistful Witness

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The water had risen to the floorboards by the time Elias Thorne opened his eyes. It was black and cold, smelling of river silt and old iron, and it lapped against the leg of his workbench with a rhythmic, indifferent persistence. Elias sat up, his joints popping in the damp air, and looked toward the north wall where the Great Seal lay in its velvet case. The case was half-submerged. The seal,...

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