The Wistful Witness

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The train rattled out of the city with a groan that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, and I watched the gray skyline dissolve into the mist, knowing that with every mile I gained, the distance between myself and the certainty of Clara’s survival widened into an abyss. I am fifty-two years old, an archivist by trade and a burden by nature, and I have spent the last three decades...

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