The Wistful Witness

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The wet patch on the ceiling was the size of a dinner plate. Elias Thorne held a towel in his hands, the fabric heavy and cold, and watched the water seep through the plaster. It did not drip; it simply expanded, a slow, silent bloom that defied the heating pipes running beneath the floor. He was forty-two, a sergeant with twenty years of service, and he had a pension to secure. The only way to...

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