The Wistful Witness

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The iron key lay on the flagstone floor, a cold, unyielding thing that had not moved since the guards locked the cell, and its presence was a silent accusation that Elias Thorne could not ignore as he sat on the straw mat, his wrists bound by rough hemp that bit into skin already raw from the previous night’s interrogation. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant with fifteen years of service...

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