The Wistful Saga
The rain did not so much fall as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the pores of the stone and the skin of the people in Millhaven, creating a permanent state of dampness that seemed to seep into the bones of the town itself, eroding the sharp edges of the past until everything felt soft, indistinct, and worn smooth by the friction of years. Elias Thorne moved through...
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