The Wistful Saga

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2026-08-18 06:56:55 -

The Wistful Saga

The rain tapped against the high, frosted glass of the office window. It was a steady, rhythmic percussion that seemed to hollow out the room. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old paper. Elias Thorne sat at the desk. His hands were wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold. The ceramic was chipped at the rim. He held it like a relic. Outside, the city moved in gray smears of light...

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