The Wistful Witness

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The taste was copper and ash, a sharp, metallic bite that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He sat in the sterile silence of his apartment, the rain streaking the windowpane like a slow, grey tear. On the desk before him sat a small, white blister pack, the plastic film peeled back to reveal one remaining lozenge. It was the same prescription his father had taken for his tremors, the same...

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