The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight against the windowpanes of the carriage, blurring the world into a watercolor of muted slate and bruised purple. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner, his back rigid against the leather seat, his hands resting on his knees like two stone tablets waiting for command. He was a clerk by trade, a man of ledgers and ink stains, a creature of...

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