The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the tarmac in hard, gray sheets. It smelled of ozone and wet dust. I stood at the edge of the blacktop, my boots sinking slightly into the mud that had pooled at the curb. Beside me, Captain Elias Thorne checked his watch. He did not look at me. He never did anymore. Not since the Incident. Not since I became the mistake. "Time," he said. His voice was flat. A machine’s voice. "I’m...

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