The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the library, a steady, rhythmic pounding that drowned out the wind. Elias Thorne sat at his desk. The wood was worn smooth by decades of elbows. The leather of his chair cracked under his weight. He was not tired. He was only waiting. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept. Or pretended to. The streetlamps flickered,...

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