The Wistful Witness
Désiré Hebert, a man whose hands had spent fifty years measuring death in ounces and inches, stood before the Guild Master with the weight of his own erasure pressing against his sternum. The petition in his left hand was a thin, brittle thing, a scrap of parchment that held the sum of his life’s labor, yet it felt lighter than the air in the room, a void where his name should have been solid....
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