The Wistful Witness

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Chapter One The commuter belt ground to a halt, a rusted spine of steel and waiting bodies, where the rain had finally stopped leaving the pavement slick and cold. In the telephone exchange, the air tasted of ozone and damp wool, a smell that clung to Carmela Palermo’s clothes as she sat before the Chief Clerk. She was thirty-two, a stenographer of ten years, and she held a petition for her...

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