The Wistful Witness
Act I "You’ll sign, or you’ll rot in the cells until the next tide brings in the fish." The voice was flat, bored by the threat it carried. Camille Sabatier stood in the center of the ballroom, the air heavy with roasted sardines and expensive perfume. He was thirty years old, a constable who had spent the last decade mopping up the refuse of the port, and he knew the sound of a man who had...
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