The Wistful Witness

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The wind through the keep’s shattered window did not howl so much as it wheezed, a dry, rattling sound that matched the scratching of charcoal against parchment. Elias Thorne sat hunched over his drafting table, the cold biting through his wool doublet, his fingers stained black from the soot of the dying hearth. He was not sketching the town’s ancient stone bridge for pleasure, nor was he...

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