The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hammered the tin roof of the Blackwood estate. It was a loud, rhythmic thrumming. A sound like teeth chattering. Elias stood in the center of the ballroom. He held a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled. He did not drink. He watched the surface. The party was in full swing. Strings played a waltz. The melody was sweet. It was cloying. Too sweet. The air smelled of damp wool and...

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