The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the sky’s bruised purple. Elias Thorne sat in the back booth of a tavern that smelled of stale beer and wet wool, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the table. They were not just fingers, to him. They were the instruments of his trade, the tools by which he...

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