The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The ice cracked. A sound like a bone snapping. Then silence. Thomas stood on the frozen river. His boots were black with mud. The sky was white. No sun. Just a flat, endless grey. He was a constable. Or he had been. Now he was just a man with a broken hand. The pain was a hot coal in his palm. He looked down. The skin was split. Blood ran into the ice. It did not freeze. It swelled. "Thomas." A...

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