The Wistful Witness

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The rain in the industrial district does not wash the cobblestones clean; it merely slicks them, turning the grit into a dark, treacherous mirror. You stand alone on the corner of Fourth and Mercer, the damp cold seeping through the wool of your constable’s coat, your hands clasped behind your back in the rigid posture that has defined your career for twelve years. Your name is Elias Thorne,...

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