The Wistful Witness

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Chapter One Eugene Quimby’s fingers, stained black to the knuckles, moved with the frantic precision of a man trying to stitch a wound that would not close. He dipped the quill into the vial of ink, the liquid dark and viscous as old blood, and brought it to the parchment where the name of his mother, Elara, was supposed to be written, but the ink did not dry; it bled, spreading in a wet,...

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