The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The sky above the mill did not break; it simply ceased to exist, swallowed by a chasm of violet light that stretched from the riverbank to the ironworks, a wound in the fabric of the Tuesday morning that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. Elias Thorne stood in the yard, his hands still stained with the grease of the loom he had been repairing, watching the air itself ripple and shatter like heat...

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