The Wistful Witness

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Act I The fog rolled off the terraced hills of County Leitrim, swallowing the rows of tea bushes and the skeletal frames of the old town, where the air tasted of iodine and wet stone. In the reclaim dome of the High Court, Ronan Joyce sat at the night desk, his fingers numb against the cold steel of the terminal. He was thirty-two, a junior inquisitor, and he had come to prove a number was...

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