The Wistful Witness

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The ledger lay open on the oak table, its pages stiff with age, and Elias Thorne counted the hours of the harvest feast as he counted the coins in his pocket, a rhythmic, trembling task that matched the slow, heavy pulse of the wisteria roots beneath the floorboards. He was forty years old, a Sergeant Major in the old guard, and his hands shook with a palsy that had crept in over the last three...

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