The Wistful Witness

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The chandeliers in the grand hall of the Whitmore estate hang like suspended judgments, their crystal prisms fracturing the gaslight into a thousand cold, staring eyes. You stand at the edge of the dance floor, your uniform pressed to a rigid, uncomfortable perfection, your badge heavy against your chest like a stone in a pocket. It is 1912, and the city of Ashford hums with the low, industrial...

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