The Wistful Witness

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The whisper came from the binding, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a concrete floor, and it called Karl Lange by his first name with a familiarity that made the hair on his forearms stand up. He sat at the oak desk in the Ministry of Records, the air heavy with dust and old paper, while the clock on the wall ticked with a sluggish, uneven rhythm that disagreed with the one in the...

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