The Wistful Witness

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Act I The delta braided into reeds and rust, a tangled vein of water and iron that fed the mills of the borderlands, where the air tasted of wet wool and coal smoke. It was the season of the first frost, arriving early and hard, turning the mud of the canal banks into grey clay that cracked under the weight of the barges. I was thirty-four, a clerk with a limp in the left knee, and I sat at my...

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