The Wistful Witness

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The rain in the city had a way of finding the seams in your coat, a persistent, damp whisper that seemed to know exactly where the wool was thinning. You were fifty-two, Elias Thorne, a junior archivist whose tenure hung by a thread thinner than the silver wire of the clasp you kept hidden against your ribs. Your father, dead for six years but never truly gone, had worn that clasp, a small,...

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