The Wistful Witness

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The ink in the Abbey of St. Jude’s ledger did not dry; it waited. It pooled in the margins like wet clay, a substance that seemed to hold its breath until a sinner’s eye met the page. Kaito Mori, thirty-two, stood before the long oak table in the scriptorium, his hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the paper. He had come to audit the accounts, a task he had dreaded for three...

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