The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog in the city did not lift; it thickened, turning the gas lamps into halos of sickly amber that bled into the wet cobblestones. You stood on the platform of the terminus, your uniform crisp and cold against your skin, the brass buttons catching the dim light like the eyes of dead fish. The train was already groaning against the brakes, a metal beast exhaling steam that smelled of iron and...

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