The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The cold in the basement was not merely a temperature. It was a weight. A physical pressure that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow. Elias Thorne sat on the concrete floor, his back against the damp wall. The fluorescent light above him buzzed with a high, insectile hum. It flickered once. Twice. Then it held steady, casting a sterile, yellow pallor over the peeling paint....

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