The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The boiler room smelled of rust and stale coffee. Elias Thorne wiped his hands on a rag that had not been clean in years. The oil was thick on his palms. It stained the whorls of his fingerprints black. He looked at his hands. They were his own, but they looked like tools. Like hammers. Like shovels. The skin was cracked. The nails were yellowed. He had worked the night shift for twelve years....

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