The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain fell on the city of Oakhaven not as water but as a fine, persistent mist that seeped into the bones of the ancient stone buildings, carrying with it the damp, metallic scent of rust and old paper, a smell that Clive Ashworth had come to associate with the slow, grinding erosion of certainty. He stood at the window of his cramped office on the fourth floor of the municipal archive, his...

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