The Wistful Witness

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My hands were shaking as I tightened the last bolt on the elevator shaft, the metal cold and slick under my gloves. The sound of the cart wheels on the cobblestones had stopped an hour ago, but the silence that followed was louder, a heavy, wet thing that pressed against the windows of the laundry. I was an elevator inspector, a job that required steady nerves and a steady hand, and I had...

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