The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The knuckles split. Blood welled, dark and thick, mixing with the rain that slicked the cobblestones of Main Street. Elias Vance did not feel the pain. He felt only the cold weight of the brass badge in his pocket, a cold that seeped into his bones and froze the marrow. He held the man up by the collar. The man was young. Too young. His face was a mask of terror, eyes wide and wet, lips...

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