The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it seeped, a gray, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones and the wool of heavy coats, turning the bustling thoroughfare into a smear of mud and shadow. Thomas Bradshaw walked with the rigid, measured pace of a man who had long since forgotten how to move with the fluid grace of the unburied. He was a constable of the night watch, a title...

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